I’m depressed. Parade
magazine put out its annual issue of “what people earn” . . . and, I am
depressed. Somewhere I have been short
changed.
Now I know that I am not a
professional athlete—not even a good weekend warrior, and will never come close
to earning the 19 million that Serena Williams earns each year for hitting a
little yellow ball back and forth while grunting like a stuck pig. Maybe if I
could win a gold medal at the Olympics I could pick up a couple of million . .
. Gabrielle Douglas, age 17, earns a cool 10.25 million a year. I am also not a singer—if that is what you
think Justin Beiber does for approximately 33 million a year. Adele, she is so good she only has one name,
makes 32 million a year. God didn’t
bless me with a voice that can sing. Nor,
am I an actor like Brad Pitt who earns a cool 35.5 million a year . . . or
Sofia Vergara who earns 21 million a year . . . but, I should get something for
those times when I have to be contrite to the wife for screwing up . . . at
least a nomination for an Oscar or a Razzie.
That should be worth a couple of bucks!
It is good acting! I am not
worthy of what these individuals get paid for what they do . . . whether or not
what they do is of value to most of the world.
The annual report of peoples’ earnings
is always fascinating to me . . . fascinating because I am nosey like everyone
else and want to know what other people make.
I want to know so I can see how I stack up . . . and, what I am learning
is that I don’t stack up very well. I am
being short changed. I am grossly
underpaid. Being grossly underpaid, I
always begin to think that maybe it is time for a career change. Looking at what others make for what they do,
I thought I could do that too.
For example, I saw that one lady was
making $250,000 a year as a bridal shop owner.
I know a thing or two about weddings . . . but most of that experience
is on the short end of the stick. I
could do it . . . until I start thinking about how wasteful most weddings are .
. . lots of money spent on nothing. I
probably wouldn’t do well as I would encourage couples to elope and save their
money for the future. Buy a six-pack,
see the county judge, and save a couple of thousands of dollars. Bridal shop owner probably would not earn me
much more than I am already making.
I saw that a sign language interpreter
makes about $12,000 a year—way under what I make a year, but I do know sign
language. True it has been years (many
years) since I have used my ability to sign, but I use sign all of the time . .
. especially commuting back and forth from the big city. But I do not think that there is much demand
for a signer who basically uses one sign that means “good luck” in Hawaiian. It is a sign I do well . . . it has got to be
worth something to someone.
A Zumba instructor makes $24,000 a
year . . . but that sounds like a lot of work.
I am tired thinking about it. I
saw where a sports columnist in Salt Lake City makes $64,993 a year reporting
on sports. I like sports, I can string a
couple of sentences together and, I know the difference between football and “football”. Shoot, I thought that if someone could make
nearly 65 thousand a year in a city like Salt Lake City writing about sports
where there are no sports . . . what could I make a year? A bookstore owner in Florida makes $9,600 a
year . . . I could never be a bookstore owner.
I love books . . . I couldn’t sale the books because I would want to
keep them all. I can see why she was so
poorly paid. Being a book lover is not a
career that pays.
The magazine listed one pastor on
their list of what people earned. It was
a pastor in Mississippi who was pulling in a cool $31,500 a year. Compared to her, my ministerial career is
vastly underpaid. But who ever put a
price on the “good news” . . . like the MasterCard advertisements say, it is
priceless. Still, there was a little
salary envy.
We live in a society that puts money
on things to give it value . . . everything has a value it seems. I learned long ago that value is subjective
and what one person values, another person sees none. I once thought that I could fund my whole
retirement with sports cards . . . or beanie babies . . . I should pull out of
that one in about another twenty years.
A sports card or a beanie baby is only worth what someone will pay for
it . . . most people won’t pay a whole heck of a lot. I think I got short changed in all of the
hype.
We have all seen those MasterCard
commercials that list off all of these expensive items—for example, going to a
major league baseball game. They list
the tickets (a couple of hundred), souvenirs (another couple of hundred),
refreshments (about a hundred)—you get the picture as the money spent rings
up. Then they hit you with a picture of
a kid with a big smile and they say, “Priceless.” Yeah, I know, what they are trying to do is
to get you to use their credit card at 20 percent interest, but they do touch
on a truth . . . sometimes it is not the monetary value that is important, but
the experience.
I cannot complain about the value of
the life I have experienced . . . it has been priceless. I have been blessed by God to have been able
to experience a wonderful life with a spouse who loves me, children who love
and tolerate me, and a congregation that puts up with me. They have all allowed me to be a part of
their lives and no amount of money could ever cover what I have received. I live in a beautiful place where God
constantly blesses me with a wondrous gift that I can find nowhere else . . .
glorious mountains, splendid sunrises and sunsets, lots of cool critters, and a
peace and tranquility no amount of money could ever buy. I enjoy getting up and going to work at the
university and at the church.
Monetarily, I might be short changed . . . experientially, I am
blessed.
Parade magazine focuses on
what society thinks is important—money.
I think they are missing the point.
It is always about the money. Ask
the lady who signs for people who cannot
hear . . . or the lady who sells books . . . or the pastor who works all of the
time. They do not do what they do for
the money . . . they do not see their value based on the money in the
bank. It is the opportunity to have the
experience . . . make the relationships . . . and, to be blessed for the
experience. Money cannot buy everything
. . . but it sure doesn’t hurt. Nah, who
am I trying to fool . . . I am actually pretty happy for what I am worth . . .
it is priceless.
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