[punkass]

My dad worked 90 hours weeks for most of his life as an owner of a corner grocery store/deli, and then later lowered it to "only" 70 hours a week. When he retired, but my mom continued working as an owner of a cleaners/alterations, my dad was with my mom all the time. I never heard him complain about hours. Never about how life was unfair, even when he got held up 3 times and shot at once. Never when his liver started going bad, and never during his last days when all I can think was he worked all his life, and could only enjoy a year and a half in retirement.

Work hard, play hard was his motto. I try to live by it everyday.