I recall growing up in Southern California. I had a trip coming up with the school and I wanted to go, Now my Momma and Daddy were not financially rich. I knew they could not afford the cost of the trip. I figured even at 15 that I needed to step up and help out, I went around the neighborhood doing odd jobs. An elderly black lady needed a lot of work done around her home since she was a widow and had no family. We reached an agreement. I would work for her everyday after school and all day on saturday. Most important though I had to do whatever was needed of me by Momma and Daddy.
I cut grass and hauled trash. I helped her around her home. I ran errands for her. I worked for her from November 1977 till summer of 78. When It came time to go on the trip I had earned enough to cover the trip plus all my expense money. I remember the joy in my Mom and Dads eyes when I paid for the trip. I remember bringing back gifts for my Momma and Daddy and for Mrs Taylor, the lady whom I had worked for.
I will always remember that school year. I learned about the value of hard work and being willing to help my Momma and Daddy. I made a good friend in Mrs Taylor. Her husband had been a military veteran and she would spend many hours showing me pictures and telling me stories. She urged me to go into the Air Force after high school and she was so proud when I showed up at her door in my dress blues after graduating from Basic Training. Two days after Mrs Taylor saw me in my blues she went home to be with the LORD