25 years ago my father made me a deal...
I only had to do one thing.
I failed.
THREAD: A story about a father, a son, and life meeting you halfway.
It was the summer of 1996, I had just turned 15 & like any 15-year-old boy, I only had one thing on my mind.
OK, maybe two.
Other than girls, the main thing I wanted, all I could talk about, was a car.
Or in my case a truck.
The deal was simple.
Over the next year, I'd be given chores to complete around our home.
With an agreed-upon hourly rate, I was free to work as much, or as little, as I choose.
At the end of the year, whatever I earned, my father would match.
Up to $2500.
Best case scenario?
I earn $2,500, my dad matches $2,500.
I've got $5K to spend!
Look out world, I'm gonna be rich!
There was only one catch, I had to do the work.
Not only did I have to do the work, I had to ask what work needed to be done.
I came out of the gate fast.
Asking my father for anything and everything I could do to earn a buck, and he obliged.
Each time I asked, he had a new project ready and waiting.
The opportunity was there, and I was seizing it!