For me it was picking melons at 13. There were a few fields down the road I lived on and I walked down and asked for a job. I told the guy I was 16 and he paid us 5.00 an hour under the table. My dad told me what ever I saved for a car he'd double it. I saved up 5000 and of course he didn't lol.
My first real job was working at McDonald's at 16 and they literally started you at the bottom. I had to clean the black lot parking areas the lobby and the bathrooms. It took me a year to get on the grill and never got to work the cash registers because I was male.
Oh the irony of sexual discrimination! I didn't care as the only reason I wanted to work out front was because it was across the street from a college and pretty girls back then loved burgers and fries instead of bird food.
Great life lesson, as well, bro.Great life lessons, brother.
I was 10 years old and spending summer with my grandfather. One day I asked him for cash. He said "jump in the car." Grandfather was a man who grew up in a fatherless home with a disabled mom and 3 younger sisters. He built a business before he was 20 and lost it in the depression only to build it again after the depression.
We drove across town to a lawn mower shop and he loaned me the money to buy a little old Toro push mower, a gas can and shears. He said I could make money now without asking him and that I could pay him back 5 dollars a day until I was paid up.
That was 1981. That summer and into fall (it's Florida after all) I mowed lawns. I'd use the shears to crawl around the perimeter of the yards and chop away since I didn't have a line trimmer or edger. I ended up falling in love with money that summer. It was an elderly retirement community so the old people loved the chance to pay some kid $10 to mower the lawn, it's was in the 90's out. Ended up making $200 some weeks.
The elderly people started to rely on me to run and get groceries, clean their gutters, there was no odd job I wouldn't take. And they'd always feed me too.
I can't remember a time since then that I didn't work my ass off. My wife calls me internally driven. It's actually my grandfather in my head keeping me in line.
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