A Tribute To My Mom Enid (Outhouse) Hurlburt

I’m posting this here, as a Tribute to my Mom!

That may seem a bit odd… On a Watkins Business Page,
But it is my Mom who I remember using Watkins when I was a child,
That led me to eventually join Watkins, and the lessons I learned and
The life example She set that has helped make me the success I am today!

As I write this, my Dad is in Palliative Care and my Mom passed 9 years ago today…

I think after reading this, you’ll understand why I’ve posted it here!

I was fortunate enough to read the following on FaceBook, and then was inspired to write what I wrote, following those written on FaceBook, and at the end of this Post.

Here’s the story I found on FaceBook…


One young man went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the initial interview, and now would meet the director for the final interview.

The director discovered from his CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent. He asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” the youth answered “no”.

” Was it your father who paid for your school fees?”

“My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.” he replied.

” Where did your mother work?”

“My mother worked as clothes cleaner.”

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

” Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?”

“Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, “I have a request. When you go home today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back home, he asked his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother winced when he touched it.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his education, his school activities and his future.

After cleaning his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, when he asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?”

The youth answered,” I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes’

“I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, I would not be who I am today. By helping my mother, only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done on your own. And I have come to appreciate the importance and value of helping one’s family.

The director said, “This is what I am looking for in a manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life.”

“You are hired.”

This young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and worked as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop an “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, they may be successful for a while, but eventually they would not feel a sense of achievement. They will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead?

You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch on a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your child learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

Try to forward this story to as many as possible…this may change somebody’s fate. —nataraki

Here’s what I wrote, inspired by the above…

At the risk of this sounding like a plug for Watkins, it really is a tribute to my Mom, Enid (Outhouse) Hurlburt who passed 9 years ago today! I would never be whom I am today if it were not for Her! Thanks Mom! 😉

I relate so much to this story, and the man mentioned here!

From Mom teaching me how to feed myself while snaring rabbits to Her constant witness to the love of Christ to my sitting and holding her hand as she departed this life for the next, it is her example and her loving teachings that have helped me become who I am today!

Today, I lead a group of over 80 Watkins Consultants, in about 8 US States and 7 Canadian Provinces, and manage one of the fastest growing Groups of Watkins Consultants in North America and I know it’s because of the life lessons, and example, set by Mom!

I don’t care, if you share this, but you can if you want to, but if it helps just one child, or just one parent, then it’s worth it!

I share, as a tribute to my Mom, Enid (Outhouse) Hurlburt (16 Sept 1923 – 13 Feb 2004) who I love dearly, miss terribly, and whom I know still walks beside me everyday!

Thanks Mom!

By the way, the Yellow Rose I wear is for my Mom,
It was Her favourite Flower! She was mine!

Independent Watkins Manager
Brian Hurlburt (ID#342198)

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