The Son Also Rises

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James Martin
August 14, 2012

Honest pay for an honest day's work, but I do not work any more.  Well I do, but not like I used to.  I used to work twelve hour days. I was paid well.  Now I simply putz;  some say I am a putz.  I only work a few hours a week, trying to finish some cases.   My hourly rate was high, but so was my overhead.  Now I have no rate, my overhead is lower.

I was twenty five before I made more than my father. He had a master' s degree in education.  I had a law degree and began working a generation later.  I have three sons who work.  Two in college, one in high school.  None have their degrees, yet.  All three make more than I do.  Not combined.  Individually.   My third son surpassed me at the ripe old age of sixteen. 

Two of my sons work at restaurants.  They make $2.80 an hour before tips.  Without tips, they still make more than their father.  

What profit can we show for all our toil, toiling under the sun? A generation goes, a generation comes, yet the earth stands firm for ever. The sun rises, the sun sets; then to its place it speeds and there it rises. Ecclesiastes 1:3-5.

Again it comes back to time.   Their time in the sun is rising.  Mine has set.  Their profits will be bountiful.  Mine were.  But I have been surpassed.  A long time from now they will be surpassed.  That is the natural order.  A generation goes, a generation comes.  

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