by Texan99 @ Grim's Hall: Presidential empathy From the National Review, an excerpt from Mitt Romney's book "No Apology": During my campaign for governor, I decided to spend a day every few weeks doing the jobs of other people in Massachusetts. Among other jobs, I cooked sausages at Fenway Park, worked on an asphalt paving crew, stacked bales of hay on a farm, volunteered in an emergency room, served food at a nursing home, and worked as a child-care assistant. Im often asked which was the hardest job its child care, by a mile. One day I gathered trash as a garbage collector. I stood on that little platform at the back of the truck, holding on as the driver navigated his way through the narrow streets of Boston. As we pulled up to traffic lights, I noticed that the shoppers and businesspeople who were standing only a few feet from me didnt even see me. It was as if I was invisible. Perhaps it was because a lot of us dont think garbage men are worthy of notice; I disagree anyone who works that hard deserves our respect. I wasnt a particularly good garbage collector: at one point, after filling the trough at the back of the truck, I pulled the wrong hydraulic lever. Instead of pushing the load into the truck, I dumped it onto the street. Maybe the suits didnt notice me, but the guys at the construction site sure did: Nice job, Mitt, they called. Why dont you find an easier job? And then they good-naturedly came down and helped me pick up my mess. "Dreams of My Father" it's not. Was Romney just slumming for effect, after living a silver-spoon existence? There's no doubt his wealthy father helped him get a start in life. On the other hand, by the time his father died, Romney already had become quite successful himself, so he donated his inheritance to BYU.