For more than ten years, I have been operating a garbage truck. I’ve always taken pride in my work, even though it’s not the type of work that receives recognition or praise. It enables me to care for my family, pays the bills, and maintains the cleanliness of our neighborhoods. It wasn’t until Career Day at my son Kevin’s school that I gave much thought to how other people would see it.
I told Kevin I would be there the night before the event. I didn’t anticipate his response. He stammered, his cheeks going pale, “Oh… uh… you don’t have to come if you’re busy, Dad.”
“Are you busy? Obviously not. I would be devastated to miss this. I answered, dismissing his hesitancy. But I couldn’t shake his uneasiness.
When I got to the school the following day, I sat down in the parents’ area. Doctors, attorneys, and business owners were among the mix of individuals. I felt uncomfortable wearing my simple, clean work clothes, but I told myself that this was about helping Kevin, not about making a good impression.
A man with a pointed suit came up to me and held out his hand.
“Hello, this is Evan’s father, Mr. Daniels. He smiled warmly and remarked, “Our boys are good friends.”
I said, “Nice to meet you,” and shook his hand.
“Kevin must make you proud. He has discussed your business with everyone. It must be fulfilling to run a waste recycling business.
A beat skipped in my chest. *Recycling company for waste?* Kevin had lied about my work, and I knew it. He had presented me as the owner of a successful company rather than a garbage truck driver.
The teacher’s voice yelled, “Next up, let’s hear from Kevin’s dad!” before I could reply.
I got up and proceeded to the front of the room, my palms perspiring. *Don’t humiliate me* was the plain warning conveyed by Kevin’s wide-eyed gaze from the audience.
A dozen pairs of eyes, including Kevin’s, were on me as I arrived at the podium. My throat was locked with the things I was going to speak about driving a garbage truck. I understood that telling Kevin the truth now would make him look foolish in front of his peers.
I inhaled deeply before starting. “Good morning to all of you. I’m Michael, and I’m employed in trash management.
That much was true.
Making sure waste is appropriately collected, sorted, and treated is part of my work. It’s essential to maintaining a sustainable and clean environment,” I went on. As I leaned into Kevin’s interpretation of my work, the words began to flow.
I talked about the environmental effects of waste reduction as well as the difficulties and benefits of recycling. I even brought up recent developments in the field, which I had discovered while working for many years.
The room exploded in applause by the time I was done. The instructor grinned. “Thank you, Mr. Carter, for sharing such an inspiring career!”
I went back to my seat, feeling guilty and proud at the same time. For a second, I thought I had done the right thing when Kevin gave me a little thumbs up.
However, I was unable to contain myself when we sat around the dinner table that evening.
“Kevin,” I whispered, “I saw that you mentioned to your buddies that I own a waste recycling business. “Why?”
He looked at his plate as his cheeks flushed. “Dad, I didn’t want them to laugh at me. Garbage trucks are considered disgusting by some children, and I thought I believed that if I claimed to be the company’s owner, they would respect me more.
I touched him on the shoulder. “Son, my actions are perfectly acceptable. It’s sincere labor, and it has an impact. You don’t need to feel guilty about it or about me.
With tears in his eyes, Kevin raised his head. “I apologize, Dad. You’re correct. I shouldn’t have lied.
Kevin informed his peers the truth about my employment the following day at school. He described how I put a lot of effort into supporting our family and the significance of trash management to the neighborhood.
The children didn’t laugh, which surprised me. This one even went so far as to say, “That’s actually pretty cool.”
Although it wasn’t the response Kevin had anticipated, he needed it. He never made an effort to conceal my identity or the tasks I did after that. And nothing could possibly make me more proud than that.