Excerpt from, "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

...For a dollar fifty an hour i cleaned out grease vats, swept floors, stocked stuff...Chicken Delight place owned by a guy named Morty...
...I was so used to calling him, 'Sir', I really didn't know any better. I was just so happy to work a real job, and wanted to show respect to my boss.
From that time forward most times when I called him "Sir", Morty would correct me. I'd apologize. But he was not a harsh man. He appeared gentle and kind. We had conversations at the eatery when no one else was around.
He said, "You really care about your work. These other kids (referring to the high school and college kids) I hire, don't work the way you do."
I responded, I'm so happy to have a job. And it's real Sir."
...weeks later someone found out I was underage to be working...

https://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Gods-Perfection-Stories-Gratefulness/dp/1503237516

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