My First Business, a True Story!
Since we were basically poor people, I decided to do something that no one else was doing, and that was to go get things people did not want, particularly anything metal. For our family lived just blocks away from a large scrap metal yard, and they paid by the pound.
Since the phrase, or term, ‘Recycling’ was still decades away, I was in on an early money making business. The hardest part was just getting people to let me haul it off, or as I first started out just walking the rail road tracks and picking it up, and those tracks were only blocks away from the house as well. There was also an old retired brick making plant that covered a huge area and was wide open. So I had lots of things to haul in, and did so for awhile, that is….until the police got involved.
For you see one afternoon I got so involved, that I lost sight of time, and it was about dark, and the cops drove up. I was not worried, but they sure were, and they asked me some questions and then said that I had to come with them. So off we went, until I got home and then I found out why those cops came and found me.
My mother was very upset, and she was mad at the same time. I don’t remember exactly what went on but the cops left, and Mom took us to get a pizza pie, not like those flat things they sell these days.
But the next day my wagon disappeared, and I was told I could no longer collect and sell metal, and I had to stay away from the tracks, and the brick yard. She was taking my business away. But, Mom, I want to buy my own cokes and stuff. But, she did not care, she said I was too, young and needed to at least be in the second grade.
Yes, folks I was bankrupt, I was out a business, and I was all washed up at the ripe age of maybe 7. They took my truck, and those coppers always seen me walking the street, and they waved with a big smile as they knew I was now, a pauper, broke, and a worthless, lazy bum. So sad.
But then one of my relatives had the idea of me cleaning yards, and raking leaves. So a new business! But, there was all of these new govt. rules handed down from the Mom, the most ruthless tyrant that ever passed a law against a business owner. She said, I could only do those that she approved of and knew, like the relatives. But, Mom they don’t pay too good!
Well there ya go folks, you think you have it bad with the IRS, or other big government offices. Naw, you ain’t seen bad till ya come up against Mom!
So I went back to being a kid, I guess, for life had lost all of its luster, and its shine.
But, I do remember that pizza place, and where it was, a fine place. I also remember that one of my older relatives gave me my first transistor radio, for part of my pay, one time. One Uncle paid me in old coins, and tried to get me to become a collector.
Never give up, is the theme, and knowing that anything can be a business, as long as you like it, and it has something that drives you, to do more than others normally do. Success is what you want out of it, not what the world tells you, you have to have out of it. One person can not be happy making a million dollars while another is perfectly happy just making ends meet, so money is not the issue, it whether you like it or not, and enjoy it?? sc