I am deeply appreciative for those who do the dirty and difficult jobs. Some years ago New York City discovered what a disaster resulted in when the garbage workers went on strike. Garbage collection may seem a lowly job to some, but we really need their work. As a teenager I did stoop labor in the fields and knew a tiny bit of the pain of the farm workers. Much of our fruit and vegetables would not be available without them. One round of changing the muffler on a car made me appreciate the work of mechanics and others with grease under their fingernails. Firefighters, and policepersons, janitors and sanitation workers, orderlies and nursing home attendants all do some of the hard jobs in our world. I can not even fully grasp the number of people and jobs it takes to make a society operate. No matter how difficult or dirty the work, it is part of what makes life good for the rest of us. All such labor is worthy. Much of this work is unseen except in extraordinary circumstances. It is, it seems to me, appropriate that we feel gratitude to all those who do the hard jobs. Like icebergs, we often only see the top surface but underneath there is a vast system which makes the surface possible. Thanks you all, you unsung workers, without whom our society would flounder. Thanks for all the help. We appreciate it.