My dad used to tell a wonderful story–it happened to him or to someone he knew, I’m not sure which. (I’ll ask him this weekend, when I go for a much-needed visit.)
Once, there was a man who wanted a job. The local plant was plastered with NOT HIRING signs. Undaunted, the man showed up, on time and dressed for work, with his lunchbox in hand, ready to work. Day after day, there he was, spit-shined, smiling, with his lunch packed. You guessed it–one day the foreman got sick of looking at him and gave him a job.
Now, since… Read More »