I strive to resist the allure of what I see as the instant-gratification epidemic. Forty three years ago, I got laid off from work. I was living in Los Angeles and had been married for a couple of years, with an infant child. I had been considering moving up to Northern California to escape the rat race and went there looking for work.
I was offered a full-time job in construction; however, it only paid $10 more a week than my combined unemployment insurance and food-stamps benefits. I took this job, even though it meant that I was essentially only making 25 cents an hour more than my government assistance, because I didn’t want to be trapped in welfare.
After 30 days, I got a $10 per week raise. I gave up what some would see as a “five-month vacation” paid for by the government, and instead continued working the next five months for an effective net wage of 50 cents per hour. This led to a 40-year career in the building trades. I have never regretted this decision.
David Lance, Tulare