My mum recently reached the milestone of working 30 years for the same company; a bank in New Zealand.
She arrived in New Zealand as an immigrant. She was far from family, newly married, and had no experience in banking or finance.
Her first job was making tea and coffee for the managers, and welcoming each customer at the front door with a smile. Her world and work couldn’t be more different today.
But despite her humble beginnings, over the last 30 years I’ve never heard her complain about her job. She speaks only with gratitude.
She’s my definition of persistence, patience, and tolerance.
Much of who I am today is down to her and my Dad’s willingness to sacrifice their own comfort to give me the opportunities they never had.
Here’s to you, Mum!