All Honest Work is Honorable

My maternal grandfather, a retired physician, once took me on a walk around his neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil when I was somewhere around five or six-years-old. “I want you to meet a very distinguished gentleman,” he said. In those days, his neighborhood street was cobblestone with high curbs on either side.  Today, we have big trucks with air-conditioned cabins and large, rotating brushes to sweep off our street. Back then, street sweepers were day laborers, most of whom lived in the ‘favelas’ (slums) for which Rio is known. They were transported each morning to their respective locations throughout the city with their large garbage cans on a hand cart, broom, and shovel to sweep the gutters.

As we approached one of these street sweepers, Vovo (grandpa in Portuguese) greeted the middle-age black man by name and the greeting was returned with a smile, “Bon dia, Dr. Abel (my grandfather’s first name).” Vovo introduced me as his grandson and we shook hands. Vovo inquired about the man’s wife and children and they spoke for perhaps 5 minutes or so before we left and the man resumed work. I later learned that he was one of my grandfather’s patients from years earlier.

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  1. Jeanne Hamilton

    Thank you for reminding me of the dignity each person . He was born in 1898 and served in the 1st World War I. He loved gardening, history, poetry, oil painting and he was the Sunday school Superintendent of Chestnut Hill Methodist Church. He was eighteen years older than my mom. Daniel Pierson Nelson was a milkman, a job he loved. When he died at age 94 our church overflowed with people who shared testimonies to his caring, influence, ingenuity, humor, and love of his family. Just a humble milkman but a man who had great respect for his job and everyone he touched.

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