A Job Worth Dying For

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Very few jobs are worth life or death.

Over the weekend, I was intrigued by a story coming out of Japan in which nuclear workers who are struggling to prevent a massive meltdown have come to terms with the fact that they will likely die from radiation sickness as a result of their efforts.

What struck me as particularly unusual was the calm resignation of these workers that death is likely imminent.

(I've had co-workers who complain about the spread of the flu or the contagious nature of a colleague on the other side of the cubicle.)

The mother of one of the workers, speaking to Fox on the condition of anonymity said, "My son and his colleagues have discussed it at length and they have committed themselves to die if necessary to save the nation."

There are few jobs worth dying for. There are few jobs worth living for.

What are you doing? And why?

What am I doing and why?