this image from my old Boy Scout handbook, burned in my brain growing up, came to mind when i made that response
at my church growing up i was their custodian from age 13-18 – even while at vail-deane – and one of the duties I enjoyed doing was working with a large wooden broom handle that had a big sharp nail at the end of it.
I go out onto the lawn of the church and pick up my church’s litter, even the cigarette butts. It didn’t matter that I didn’t make the mess. It was my job to pick it up and take it out[responsivevoice_button voice="US English Male"]