Many, many, many years ago there was this precious man who drove 1-1/2 hours to work and then 2 hours home eaach and every day for his family. He left for work at 5:00 a.m., didn't get home until 7:30 p.m. He had 30 minutes with his kids, ate dinner, was in bed by 9:00. . . all to get up and do it over again the next day. This wasn't a job that paid a whole lot of money, but it got the bills paid and put food on the table for his family.
This precious man did this mundane job that he didn't like for seven whole years. Seven years. He spent more time with his coworkers than his family. Some men love this, but not this man. This man would rather be with his family than anyone else on the whole face of this earth.
He sacrificed and sacrificed greatly. . . and he never complained.
But, there came a day when this precious man was able to say, "Goodbye, Adios, Sayonara, don't let the back door hit you where the good Lord split you."
And these sweet people who had grown to love this precious man gave him a going away party. The family they hardly knew (because it was too far for his family of small children to travel to be apart of his work life), they included his wife and his kids. The wife included his Dad, who was so proud of him.