Gratitude - Appreciating Workers of the World

Lyrics: A Hundred minutes? A thousand? Hours of our lives, You and I must have spent inhaling fumes, Surrounded by ingenious magical machinery. Rumblings and stirrings in the big machine stomachs as they feed. The gas pumping experience used to be a meaningless time of my existence -- lost in my own daily dramas, I'd be staring blankly into the eyes of the formless shapes of the cars, trucks, busses, and motorcycles all around me. And then, one warm sunday afternoon I head something in between the hissing of the pumping gasoline, the vehicles turning on and turning off. I heard the rhythms of the corner gas station - one by one as in an orchestra, the different sounds would come together to dance and play, over and under each other. The rumbling of the motorcycle driving by providing just the right bit of interest, surprising the orchestra go-er that I was. The machines slowly come to life, one by one - joining in the chorus and adding to teh beat, the tempo. The thumping beats all stirring something deep in side of me. Might not be in some ancient tribal drum circle ceremony, but with my eyes closed, it sure does work a similar magic on my heart beat. Just breathing in the sounds and finding the intricate melodies in the engine of the old RV next to my little white hybrid. Can't focus on the machines for long without remembering all those brave men and women of the auto industry - engineers to janitors to paper pushing, office going computer workers. Brave for going into ...



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