Who are my people? If you wake up tired and go to bed tired, you are my people. If you punch the clock morning, noon or night, you are my people. If your body aches everyday but you still go to work because you have to feed your family, you are my people. If you build, haul, sell or deliver the things that make this world run, you are my people. If you log into that computer behind the gray cubicle wall covered in posted notes, you are my people. If you are the manager stuck between trying to balance employee happiness and corporate apathy, you are my people. If you are an underpaid teacher with inadequate resources, but you try to reach your kids anyway, you are my people. Anyone who considers themselves the “working class”, you are my people. In this world there are people who tell you that you are different because of location, religion, politics and skin color, but there is someone punching the clock in Arkansas, Just like there is in Frankfurt or Brighton or wherever in the world you may be from. With one goal, survive the daily grind.  When you boil things down, you are not as different from your neighbor as you think you are. 

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