My efforts are renumberated, but not with money. I receive the thanks of the people I help, and that's enough. Even though I live in a box and have to walk in shoes with holes, though I eat that to which others would turn up their noses, I am content with a smile or a thank you. Tho' I shiver as the cold wind cuts through my thin jacket, the excited face of someone, young or old, whom I have helped is sufficient unto me.

Pretty much the same as before I retired -- librarians don't make much money.