I guess value is relative, and relevant to the world of each of us. Depends on what you consider important, I guess.
These days, I see videos of people flipping through the air, performing all kinds of, to me at least, impossible stunts... especially by young people.
Us older folk would break if we tried it.
I never could have done that, even in my younger days.
However, I remember some mornings, arising at 3 AM before the sun came up, to deliver dry newspapers for the Pensacola News-Journal, in freezing rain... before plastic bags. I folded them, with aching fingers, in the corner of a tiny filling station office heated only by a small electric heater, put them in a canvas bag hung on the handle bars of my bike, and covered them with my body to help keep them dry, as I rode through the cold wet morning.
Rather than throwing them as I usually did, I carried papers one by one to the porch, putting them between the screen door, and the house door, so that they would be dry for the customer when they woke up a couple of hours later.
Not that I was the only one.
Other teenage boys, too young to get a "real" job, were doing the same thing at the same time as me. We did this every morning and every afternoon because we were supposed to give quality service to our customers.
Nothing fancy.
No exciting flips, just service and doing what we were supposed to do.
You know something?
These days, half the time, my fast food order is wrong.
That's when I "flip" out.
Donovan Baldwin