My first real interest in business came during the summer before I went into high school. I had worked for my dad at the service station, and over his objections got the other employees to teach me the mechanics of cars and motorcycles.
Granddaddy and I were walking one day, and I told him of an idea I had to make some good money, and set me up a good long term business that I thought would only grow in demand and riches. His first words were “have you talked it over with God?”
I said “No.”
“Have you talked it over with your dad?” he said.
Again I replied “No.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because he would simply tell me why it’s a bad idea, or ‘if it were doing, someone else would already be doing it.’” was my response.
“Well I can’t say that that hasn’t been one of my concerns for your dad for a long time. He saw me almost lose the farm once, then he did see me lose it. And he lived in the depression times, so he knows the value of a regular income and is very conservative. Listen to both of us, your dad and me, we both have good views to give.”
“Now for the real answer, ask your real FATHER. Discuss it with him, and ask his will be done. If he blesses it, you keep your eyes on the goal and your real FATHER, and what he would have you do, you simply can’t fail, unless you quit”
“Did you answer my question, Granddaddy?” I asked.
“Yeah boy, I gave you the best answer I know how to give, and I give it with love. If you would like just a little help from me, I’d be glad to help.” Granddaddy said.
Then he helped me pray about it every morning before we got started. I knew I wanted to cut grass, trim, landscape and rake yards. And I knew I wanted to get paid like everybody else got paid, but if I took certain initiatives, people would pay me more without my asking, and my business would be set, and untouchable by the competition.
I told Granddaddy, “I’ll tell everybody face to face about what I am going to do, and then even if they have a son that cuts their grass, I can get him into a contest to improve his service. Then he and I can work together on him getting additional yards and making more money.”
Granddaddy loved it so far, or at least he said he did. He asked me, “What are you going to do with all this money?”
I told him, “Clearly God get’s His first, then I would take out for expenses, put the rest into savings to buy a whole fleet of mowers. Then as they brake down, I can open a second business fixing the mowers and keeping them tuned-up for peak performance for the primary business.”
Again Granddaddy was smiling, and said “I like it.”
Since I was winning, I decided to lay the big one on him. I said, “And once God is pleased, and we have delivered on the two first stages of the business, I would like to buy me some land, or find some I can rent cheaply enough and grow the plants and trees that our customers are buying somewhere else. If you don’t mind, I would really like to get you involved in this portion, because you love to grow things, and I could learn a lot.”
This time Granddaddy grabbed me by my head, kissed me on the sweaty top, dried his eyes, and said we could get started on that part today. We then went and planted about 50 sunflowers, 30 azaleas and about 30 gardenias in his backyard that day.
We were in business!! Together with God!! We made over $8,000 in 1961 when I was 13. By the time I was 15, Granddaddy had quit and I was making close to $20,000 annually.
But as any red blooded American boy would do, I gave the business to a friend and walked away when I turned 16 and got my drivers license. Some things are simply more important than money.