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I began my work-life in the neighborhood. My brother and I collected newspapers, bottles and cans to recycle for pennies at the corner store or at the junkyard across the street along the alley. We were 4 and 6 years old pulling our wagon along behind us. I have been earning a living since then. As I got older I washed woodwork and carted groceries for older ladies who could no longer stoop, bend nor carry. I used a spoon to trim borders as my brother cut their grass. By age 12 I was babysitting. By age 14 I was teaching summer religion class to kids who did not attend our Catholic school. I was assigned the first graders. At 15 I got a work permit to run the Little League snack bar. At 16 I worked after schooI and on week-ends at a…
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