Living on the east coast this pass week in the midst of a historical snowstorm, that had everyone snowed in and on “lock down” was a real awakening for me about what “Freedom” means.
In the United States of America lies a large bureaucratic city which is the site of one of the world’s largest labor camps. Located in and around the center of this city are community settlements where the government workers live. Each morning the workers move herd-like from their quarters into the labor camps. Each one is at his or her station by 7:30 AM. Here they report to their master for the day’s duties. And here they remain stationed until 5:00 PM when they’re released to go home.

The workers have no choice as to how many hours they must labor. Sometimes they are required to work overtime until their master tells them they may leave and go home. Each year the workers are told when to take their vacations, for how long, and when they must return. They have little choice as to how much money they earn as they are paid not what they are worth, but what the job is worth. They are allowed very little time for lunch and coffee breaks during the labor hours.

The workers will remain in their position in great fear because the master can punish them with the “firing” or “layoff” notice. It is said that even some of the older workers who have been good and faithful have felt the sting of the notice. Day by day, year-by-year, the workers toil and grow older until the master decides it is time to release them to the retirement camps where they’re forced to sit idle and wait for death. It’s a well-known fact that the old workers who try to keep working are sometimes hit with a”stop-their-pension” notice.

I know these work camps exist for I once was a worker. But now I am a free person who lives among the workers. The reason I am free is because I am in business for myself as an Entrepreneur. Yes, I am truly free. I arise in the morning at the hour called for by my schedule. I decide my own hours. I can even sleep in late while the workers are at work. I can vacation when, where, and for how long I please. I’m free to take my coffee break and lunch when I decide. And of course, I can decide my own paycheck because I am not a worker.

I can choose to work when and where I please and with whom I please. I’m free to stay in the city for as long as I want, or to move on to greener pastures if I decide to. I’ve seen many workers sadly pack their belongings to leave their city in search of a new master, but it is always the same.

There is, however, a ray of hope for the worker. He or she can buy their own freedom. The cost is not high,yet it seems high to those who do not have the courage to pay the price. What is the price? 30+ inches of snow is a reality message that “Freedom” means ” ONE MUST BE WILLING TO BE ONE’S OWN MASTER“!

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