I was asked to write an article how to find meaning in work for the great people over at Converge Magazine, so head on over there to read today's post:
"My first summer job was looking after Duggan Grey’s lawn. I was 14-years-old, and Duggan was a veteran of the Second World War. He would pay me $100 a month, and would always invite me inside for a glass of water after work to tell me war stories.
My favourite part of the job — even though I dreaded it at first — was helping Duggan craft a bonsai tree in his front yard..."