MY FATHER is a proud and ethical man, a blue collar worker all of his life.
He is 53 and still laying bricks in the Central Queensland sun.
So skilled is he in his field, he can still run circles around his labourers, often doing so faster than those 30 years his junior.
I know this, because I've been to work with him, as his labourer.
Wind the clock back a few years, I was 18 and in the active pursuit of money before commencing a four-and-a-half year degree.
My parents instilled one lesson in me as a high school student.
Use your brain when choosing a career, not your body.
I was the first in my family to graduate from high school.
Luckily for me, I loved school, and I had a desire to go on to tertiary education.
I could potentially, although very reluctantly, work until I was 70, under the new Federal Government proposals.
But when I think of my father sweating it out until he is 70, it is a very scary contemplation.
After tirelessly providing for his family for 36 years already, waking up at dawn, coming home at night and even travelling away to find each new construction boom, it is being heralded as not being enough for the Federal Government.
I struggle to believe any politician has had to sweat it out doing manual labour, and I doubt they can truly understand the implications of making Australians work until they reach 70.
I would like to invite them to go and work a day with my father.
Tony Abbott, Joe Hockey... get your head out of the sand and start mixing it.
I doubt you'd last an hour, let alone five decades.
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