Working full time since the time he was eighteen, he could not help but think about what would happen when that magical age appeared and he could retire. He had seen his grandfather and his father before him work long hours to provide for their families and when the time came to retire they passed within a year. They had been conditioned to get up every morning, go to work until after dark, get home and do it again. He had vowed not to make the same mistake; yet at the age of thirty eight he had already been working for twenty years and did not know a different life. What was the reward for working so hard? Death? He did not think so.
When his first child was born, he was at work.
When his second child was born, he was at work.
When his third child was born he was at work.
That is when something inside of him broke. What was life really all about if you could not enjoy the famly you were bringing into the world? He knew he could not quit his job and still provide for his family, but what if the provisions became smaller and he enjoyed them instead?
Switching jobs at the age of 45 is never an easy thing to do, but he did it - for the sake of the family.
When it came time to retire he had three loving children, a wife and a grandchild on the way. His reward for working all those years turned out to be a loving family - not a large pension. And he felt like the luckiest man on earth!