As a mid age teen, I picked fruit every year during high school, for money to buy jeans & scifi books. I came from a low-mid income family, and never asked my family for spending money, I had a paper route when I was ten. I was a very good fruit picker, particularly in upper branches of the trees. I was small and wiry with the nickname of mouse though sun-browned monkey would have been more accurate. Then my growth spurt hit, and I grew 10 inches and 100lbs, so my silly sister re-nicknamed me moose. So I switched to roofing and wood frame construction work, doing all the heavy hauling of plywood up onto second floor roofs, for the more trained people to tact down. By age 19, I was a welder on a steel erection crew, working 18 stories up on a beam held by a crane. Then I went into the air force, and learned to do Comm/Nav/ECM on spy planes.
Many Americans work hard. Particularly White-Males.
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