Advice from a small town girl

I have a dream.

No, this isn’t another recitation of what occurs during my REM sleep cycles.

This is a dream of what I think America could (and should) be.

I know it’s a dream, and that there is absolutely no chance of it ever coming true, but I dream it nonetheless.

I dream of a country where every employee is treated with respect by the company he or she works for. And vice versa.

I dream of a country where every employee is not only happy to have a job, but realizes that every job has merit, whether it is washing windows or managing millions, hauling trash, repairing small appliances, selli...