Why I Do It
I do my job because people pay me to do my job.
"Why do you do it" is probably the dumbest question I've ever heard. Let me ask you a few good questions.
How's it feel when somebody says, "Thank you," and they mean it? How's it feel you receive applause for your effort? What do you feel like when your wife or husband says she or he is glad they married you because you provide and not an irresponsible jerk? How about when your kids get to go to better schools, and your vacations are fun? How about when Thanksgiving rolls around and you aren't worried about buying Christmas presents? Or when the car breaks down and you no longer worry about the bill to fix it?
The best reason? The best, best, best reason I do my job?
Because I said I would.
I hate with all that is in me that 70% of Americans dislike their jobs. And I love, love, love seeing them pay me a bunch of money to help them grow a 6-figure business so they never have to kiss up to their boss again.
This is America. We build stuff. Let's go.
I came from a, well, let’s just say, my family did not function as we all hoped it would. My mom was single for a while and she worked her tail off to make sure my sister and I had what kids need. My grandparents were a huge help.
My dad was helpful in different ways. He was a bookie and the coolest guy I ever watched walk into a room. Unfortunately, he also had a tough time keeping promises, but Lord Jesus, he taught me some helpful stuff, and he loved us hard. My step-dad was a provider (he worked a lot). My boyhood ranged from getting yelled at for leaving my shoes lying around to hanging out in bars collecting money from people who lost a bet to my dad.
Like most people, growing up included some good, some bad, and we can say that ethics ranged along the way. But that’s not the end of the story.
My grandfather taught me how to work my butt off and how to enjoy time off. He taught me that education cannot be taken away, to treat girls with respect, to live within my means, and to stay away from lying, cheating, and stealing. Papa told me, “You don’t owe anybody anything unless you tell them you’ll do it. Then, whatever it is, you owe them a debt to get it done. Pay your debts.” Pretty simple, right?
That's why I do my job.
My wife's family functioned so well that I wanted to join them. That and they fed me. Her Dad is a business leader. He taught integrity and the value of hard work. (There it is again.) Interestingly, "Poppit" knew my grandfather, and he knew me before my wife was born.
I had other teachers, coaches, and mentors, many of whom I paid to help me understand the skills I’d need to get ahead. When I was 20, I paid a local businessman (Lewis Timberlake) to coach me up on life and business. His fee was about 3/4 of my weekly earnings, so I worked more hours (see the pattern?) to pay him, my rent, and save for college. It worked. I estimate that for every dollar I spent with Lewis paid me back about $1,000. And while Mr. Timberlake has gone to heaven, what he taught me keeps paying dividends. Not a bad investment was it?
Since then, I've an incredible lesson. Hard work is not enough. You have to do the right thing, do it well, and do it consistently. That's my system and it's taken me to a level that I could retire today if I want to.
That can be your legacy too.