I miss my mother so much. I wish I could thank her, again, for teaching me life-important work ethics. She taught me to be early. She taught me to be a team player. She taught me to never leave a job, no matter what, without proper notice. She taught me work ethics. She led by example the meaning of hard work and not expecting someone to give you something for nothing. I had my first job at the age of 11 and have held a job since then every day of my life. I purchased every car, home, and anything else with my own money.
There is something to be said for standing on your own two feet and doing your best to never let people down. Be accountable. Be responsible! There are no excuses. Cancer at 30, while in court reporting school, reinforced my drive to fight through the pain and chemo, the drive to work harder. And I did. I have worked for myself since 1991 by owning my court reporting company. Terminal cancer slowed me down when I was 37 to knock out a few bone marrow transplants. A single mother, I pushed harder to provide for her. Shingles, broken femur, broken foot, fighting for medical insurance for 30 years. My mother was never able to give me .50, but she gave me more than money, by proving to me I could do it on my own. Thank you, mother, for all you did, and you raised five kids on your own working as a coffee shop waitress. You went to school at 40 to become a nurse. I am proud to be my mother's daughter. I am the self-supporting woman I am today because mom never gave me anything but confidence. The only tool I needed. You can call me anything but lazy!