We all complain as humans. God is the only one that never complained.

How many men, women, young men and women, old age or not, are going get up at 4-4:30 a.m. and drive a garbage truck — rain, sleet, snow, storms? Or are going to go out and pick up garbage off the ground around the old way when the boxes were in the county? 

For a few dollars to drive the truck 8-plus hours a day to pick up garbage, trash, dead cats, dogs, deer carcasses, chairs, couches, tires, etc., around the boxes and it had to be clean round them! Only trash supposed to be but everything else was there and sometimes on fire.

The man has to work to feed his family just like you do. It’s easy to put out the blue or green cart for the new truck, and you pay each month or year for the service, or no (car) tags. But yet someone is going to complain.

The worst part is taking the cart back to the house or let it get run over by fast speeders … no signs on the road to slow down or speed limits on certain roads, speeders making up to 80 miles an hour. You’re out there trying to get the cart and fall down at the road, no one stops, no one turns around, no one slows down to see if you are hurt, dead, or alive. I was the lucky one to let God get me back up to my feet.

Instead of complaining, thank God you got the job and pay you have! Other people don’t have it that way. Someone has to do the dirty job for a living. Everything is not easy.

Stop, think, and say a prayer before complaining.

Mary Sue Country

Age 87, Lincoln County