In 1993 one of the biggest hits was a song called “Working Man’s Ph.D.” sung by Aaron Tippin. Aaron Tippin has the most colorful biography of all the country-western singers I know, including a commercial airline pilot, pipefitter, truck driver, welder, farmhand, and songwriter and singer. The lyrics for the song “Working Man’s Ph.D.” form the backbone to the point of this article and as a means of honoring those who have well-earned their working man’s Ph.D.
You get up every morning ‘fore the sun comes up
Toss a lunchbox into a pickup truck
A long, hard day, sure ain’t much fun
But you’ve gotta get it started if you wanna get it done
You set your mind and roll up your sleeves
You’re workin’ on a working man’s Ph.D
Consider the following line especially, “you’ve gotta get it started if you wanna get it done; You set your mind and roll up your sleeves.” How many times has grit been the only determining factor between starting and finishing a project? Starters are many, but enders are few. Those are the two elements for success, and every working man knows the recipe. Get your mindset and start by rolling up your sleeves. Preparation is key to finishing strong.
Now, cast your mind to those who have never learned how to be a working man. They have no grit, no ability to make up their minds, and cannot stand up to adversity and spit in adversity’s eyes. Yet, they talk a good line. They want you to think they know. But the lines on their brow and the lack of callouses on their hands tell another story entirely.
Take a moment and consider your first blister. Do you remember how you earned it? Do you remember what you were doing the first time you felt that sting? I do. My first blister turned into my first and most lasting callous. I was hoeing a row of peas in a garden; I was six. I was told that a blister from working is the mark of a man learning how to work. I earned that blister on a hoe handled that had been wrapped in duct tape to prevent splinters. After that row of peas, there was a row of corn, potatoes, tomatoes, and lawns to mow. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and sore, the blister was bloody, and I learned how to treat blisters so you could go to work the next day.
Let me tell you a secret; I love that blister and callous! I have burned that callous on many a stove and pan. I have cut that callous on several knives and received no injury. I have softened that callous while wrestling sheep in a shearing pen. I have milked cows and goats to the cows and goats’ misfortune with that callous. That callous has taught me many a lesson, including how to get a blister under a callous. In the middle of a cold winter, while splitting wood, that callous kept my hands sticking to the steel of the handle on the splitting maul. That maul handle had been replaced so many times that my father had taken the splitting maul to work and replaced the wood with ½” steel tubing. It heaviest splitting maul I ever used, but I never broke that handle off!
With your heart in your hands and the sweat on your brow
You build the things that really make the world go around
If it works, if it runs, if it lasts, for years
You bet your bottom dollar; it was made right here
With pride, honor, and dignity
From a man with a working man’s Ph.D
Consider something with me, think about your hardest task completed; what did you learn about “pride, honor, and dignity” about accomplishing that task? Hard work taught you a lesson that ease and prosperity could never teach. Lessons that you cannot pass along to another person except by teaching them the joys and pleasures of task accomplishment and hard work. Yet, in the world today, so many want to look down on hard work, and this is a thought process that needs reversing.
I screwed up. I admit this freely. I took some money for raking my neighbor’s lawn and did a poor job. My neighbor fired me; she was right to do so. I felt so disgusted with myself for taking money and not delivering a good job, I went over and finished that job over my neighbors’ objections. I shoveled her snow for free that year. I did everything I could to discharge the debt I owed to this woman for teaching me that there is no honor, dignity, and pride in a job not done well.
My wife the other day asked me why I don’t quit jobs I have undertaken. She doesn’t understand the lessons I have learned; I cannot do a poor job. I cannot commit to doing a job and give less than my full potential and all of my talents, skills, and abilities. Even when it means I am surrounded by enemies in a hostile environment where my life is constantly threatened. I have to give it everything I have; I owe this debt to my neighbor that must be serviced. I have earned a working man’s Ph.D. as well as a couple of master’s degrees from the school of hard knocks; I owe too much to those who have taught me to forget these lessons.
Now there ain’t no shame in a job well done
From driving a nail to driving a truck
As a matter of fact, I’d like to set things straight
A few more people should be pullin’ their weight
If you wanna cram course in reality
You get yourself a working man’s Ph.D
There is a truth in these simple words, I wish to convey in the soberest words possible, “there ain’t no shame in a job well done.” There is no end of shame to a job poorly done. Consider the current president; why does the common person, those of us carrying working man Ph.D.’s, scorn the president? Why did the common person, those carrying working man Ph.D.’s, heap praise on President Trump? The simple truth and reality in the sentiment, “there ain’t no shame in a job well done,” but there is no end of shame in a job poorly done. Use any other person you care to name, John Wayne and Kim Kardashian, who gets the stain and who gets the praise of a job well and poorly done? President Reagan and Nancy Pelosi? Michael Jackson and Mother Teresa?
The job doesn’t matter, driving nails, driving trucks, nursing babies, keeping a house, accountant, pipefitting, welder, buyer, etc., what matters is how well the job is completed. Do you take the job and do it well or poorly? For if you do it poorly, there is nothing but eternal shame, the work itself will always testify of your performance, and people will speak of your incompetence. Do it well, to the best of your abilities; even if a scoreboard might proclaim you are a loser, you have won victory and honor, pride, and dignity that can never be taken from you. How you perform the task is the deciding factor, not the job, not the task, not the scores and the statistics, your performance of the task’s duties.
When the quittin’ whistle blows and the dust settles down
There ain’t no trophies or cheering crowds
You’ll face yourself at the end of the day
And be damn proud of whatever you’ve made
Can’t hang it on the wall for the world to see
But you’ve got yourself a working man’s Ph.D
The hardest lesson I learned in the US Army was how to shave without looking at myself in the mirror. Then I had to learn how to live with my mistakes to shave and look myself in the eye. Right there and then, I learned the lesson contained in the following lines, “You’ll face yourself at the end of the day; And be damn proud of whatever you’ve made.” In junior high school, I read Stephen King’s “Pet Sematary,” and the following quote stuck in my mental craw. It comes out often to teach me more lessons.
“The soil of a man’s heart is stony ground. A man grows what he can, and he tends it. ’Cause what you buy, is what you own. And what you own… always comes home.”
Hard work teaches hard lessons, but the lessons learned are worth more than gold and diamonds, and I wouldn’t trade a single lesson learned for all the money in the world and all the fame in Hollywood. Of all the degrees and titles I have acquired in this world, or will acquire, the only one I ever want is that of “Hard worker,” for that single title says it all. When the chips and markers are counted at the end of life, I want to be found pulling my weight. I might be disabled, I might be stubborn as a Missouri Mule with a mean streak a mile wide, but I want to be found pulling my weight.
Now there ain’t no shame in a job well done
From driving a nail to driving a truck
As a matter of fact, I’d like to set things straight
A few more people should be pullin’ their weight
If you wanna cram course in reality
You get yourself a working man’s Ph.D
My deepest thanks to Aaron Tippin for his example and his incredible talent as a singer and person. I have met many military people who sing Aaron Tippin’s praises, and I am very grateful for the talent shared. May I encourage you to consider how well your studies are progressing on your “Working Man’s Ph.D.”
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