After reading "What Craigslist taught me about abundance mentality" by /u/SILV3R-BACK, a story about him learning that your time is sacred and abundance mentality is a must. When it comes to time and efficiently using it, you and you alone are the only man on this planet that controls your destiny.
Today I want to share a story with you today that happen 50 years ago. A time when men where men and valuable for being a good one. A story about the most redpill man I've ever known and a master at spending his time wisely, my grandfather.
My Grandfather & Grandmother were depression era children. My Grandmother grew up in a dirt floor log cabin with no running water. She was born premature and the Indian housemaid wanted to throw her out back because she didn't think my grandma would live past a year. My great grandmother wouldn't have any of it, they put her in the wood stove to keep her warm. My grandma didn't even have shoes growing up and didn't have electricity till she was 12.
My grandfather grew up with a drunk father that couldn't hold a job if his life depended on it. He dropped out of school in the 6th grade at the age of 12 to start working to provide for his family. At 19 years old my grandfather met my grandmother and they married within the year. They grew up knowing full well how much a dollar is really worth and more importantly, how much a minute of your life is worth. My grandfather could and would easily work 16 hour days, 6 days a week and he'd do 7 days if grandma wasn't religious and made him go to church every sunday.
My grandfather at the age of 20 started his own business. He built his from scratch in an 8x8 garage back in 1951. Later on in the 1970's my grandmother would go on to start her own business, which is now one of the most accredited of it's kind in the entire state. Today my grandfathers business owns 3 locations and an floor space of around 80,000sqr ft. But one story in particular with the evolution of the business stuck with me since i first heard it as a child.
The Unstoppable Man
My grandfather was a no bullshit, get your work done, don't talk, don't bitch and don't ever be late, kinda guy. I can't tell you how many people have been fired by my father or grandfather for being late their very first day on the job. Back then you could be fired for just for talking on the job. He was a man that could command respect just by stepping foot in a room. He could silence another with a single sentence. He once caught an 8 year old kid stealing a quarter from his house and told him, "Never step foot on this land again, i have no use for a thief". Hardcore redpill. My grandfather eventually hired his own father, a drunk but luckily he had a photographic memory which turned out to be extremely useful in certain areas. (Law 33 - Discover Each Man’s Thumbscrew)
Around the 1960's our business was expanding and we needed more room to continue operating. My grandfather saw this need long before it was urgent so he began saving money back for the new expenses. (Law 29 - plan to the end). He was a master of foresight and always hoped for the best but planned for the worst. He was also a perfectionist, my father recounts that grandpa on quite a few occasions would spend hours re-balancing a check book just to find out why the books are a few pennies off.
Eventually he saved enough to put down on a loan. Back then a man could shake another man's hand and that was good enough to be a legal transaction. He starting searching for some land to buy. Eventually he found a farmer willing to sell some acres to help my grandfather out. He was an extremely proud but humble man, he loved his family and was proud of everything he was able to provide for them but never flaunted it and was always hospitable to anyone no matter where they came from. He didn't care about race, background, heritage or any of that, to him a mans value was how well he could work. He probably learned this humility from my grandma, a woman that would cook dinners for train hitchhikers that jumped the cars for a nights stay. Yes, just like the Elvis Presley scene in Forest Gump. I have never met a woman more kind than her, I've heard her cuss twice in 26 years. She is genuinely the best human being I've ever met. If some women have shown me the worst of women's nature, she has shown me the gold standard of what a woman can become(yes, i know, pipe dream in today's society).
I think my father was around 5-10 years old at this time. He recounts visiting the new land a few times to play as my grandfather and some of his workers started hauling in lumber and building the new building. Back then every man had some form of experience in woodworking, you didn't typically hire contracting companies unless you are buildings something really big. It took over a year to complete the entire project and my grandfather spent at minimum 4 hours a day, every day constructing it on top of his 10-16 hour work day. Once it was finished they were getting ready to start prepping the machinery and equipment to move it to then new location.
Then one day my dad was playing out in the yard with his friends. My grandparents back then lived very far from town and the one road leading to the house was a dirt road miles long. They had an old dog that would lay in the road all day since maybe 1 or 2 cars would come down it a day. The dog could always tell when it was grandpa coming home though as he would stand up and start wagging it's tail. Like clock work, the dog stands up, waging his take and excited, like his master hasn't been home in years. My father can see his truck slowly making it's way down the dirt road, kicking up dust miles away. Finally he pulls up, steps out of the truck and he's covered in black from head to toe.
My father asks, "Dad, why are you so black?"
"Barn burn down"
He walks into the house, sits down at his desk and starts going over his check book. Grandma hands him his dinner, comforts him for a second and walks off to let him start planning for tomorrow. My grandfather cut his salary in half for the next 3 years to pay for the lose and my father never heard another word about the land or the barn ever again. Grandfather sold the land the next year.
My Grandfather passed away in 2008 right before the recession hit. To this day I never got to ask him about that moment in his life. I don't know if my father ever did either. My dad just recounts that day from memory as he to was stunted to see the pure stoicism and willpower his father showed that day. It was an awestruct moment for my father I think, even at such a young age.
The day my grandfather collapsed and was hospitalized he was up at 4am getting dressed for work like he did every day before, at the age of 82. My grandma was cooking him breakfast like she had every day for the past 50 years of their marriage. He never got to see his business get to the point he dreamed of. But I'm glad he passed when he did. I'm glad he never saw the 2008 recession and how devastating it was. We had to reduce our payroll from 60 employees to 20 in a matter of 6 weeks. I'm glad he never saw the banks calling our notes as the entire economy collapsed under us. I'm glad he never saw some of his grandchildren get laid off, myself being one of them. I'm glad he never had to see his own wife's face when she received a letter from the bank saying we had to come up with $600,000 in 30 days or they would seize our our entire company and land to auction it off. A time when we turned less than 400,000 a month, and that is just sales, not profit. I'm glad he passed fast and wasn't bedridden, helpless to save his legacy as my father called the bank to chewed out the president for sending my grandmother a note only a month after my grandfathers passing(the bank was aware of my grandfathers passing and some of the hire ups even came to my grandfathers funeral, he had about 300 businessmen or friends of the family show up during calling hour), a bank we had done business with for over 40 years. I'm glad that he never saw that we had to sell out bobcat one week just to be able to pay our 16 employees or we'd be shutting the doors forever on his life's work.
When you are a businessman, you have no use for emotions and decision making. Every minute you spend being angry, sad, mad, defeated or anything else is a minute wasted, just like /u/SILV3R-BACK learned from his experience selling his treadmill. My grandfather lived in a time when there was no point in bitching, complaining or letting his emotions control him. There was no internet, no one to care about him or comfort him. And even if his family was there to comfort him, it was him and him alone that could fix it or give up and he still had to put food on the table regardless.
I've been told a lot of stories like this from my father, they sound so alien in today's world. It's also why i can't stand victim mentality. I have no sympathy for people that complain they can't improve their lives or blame others for their shortcomings. It's why i hate SJW and the left, crying about shit they could easily improve themselves. Our company has lost 90% of it's business 3 times since the 1950's and each time my father or grandfather weathers it off like it's an employee that stole some toilet paper.
I don't care if you don't have electricity, have never worn a par of shoes in your life or don't even have running water. If you are reading this right now you have more knowledge at your finger tips than any other man in the history of this planet. My grandfather built more than most of us ever will with a 6th grade education in 1940's America. You can access more knowledge than anyone has ever been able to access with just a few strokes of a keyboard. The only difference between you, my grandfather and anyone else in this world is how efficiently you use your time and what you spend it doing.
My grandfather was a master at abundance mentality and using his time wisely. He also was an extremely confident man, the kind of confidence you only get when you build your own life from scratch. He knew he'd be fine because he knew he was a man capable of anything. Even though a years worth of work just burn down in a matter of hours, he still had more than what he started with back in 1951. He knew, no matter what life threw at him, as long as he didn't give up, he could always make his life better. His value wasn't from the things he owned or the money in his bank. His value was himself. Not even a years worth of work being burnt to the ground could strip him of it. He had the kind of confidence that nothing and no one could crack. The kind you can only build by building yourself.
But, like the barn burning down in the 1960's, in 2008, just like many times before in the 65 years of our operations, hard work, sacrificing, planning way ahead and always expecting the worst got us through a hard time. We found a bank to refinance the $600,000, which wasn't a big deal as my grandfather cultivated many willing and loyal customers though his life that would easily front my father the $600,000, one of which was Mr. 150 from my other article a few months ago, a very big customer for us that relies heavily on our business operating(Law 11 - Learn to Keep People Dependent on You). Downsizing allowed us to fine tune our business, cut out a lot of bullshit or excess expenses. Get rid of shitty employees and become one of the dominant players in our industry as most of our competitors collapsed under the pressure or from poor planning and foresight. Today my grandmother is living a happy and financially secure life all possible by my grandfather dedicating his entire life to his work and more importantly passing down his life lessons he'd learned through a half century of doing business.
I like to consider myself above certain trivialities or pettiness, but being there when my father called the bank back to inform them we had their $600,000 and that no one from my family will ever do business with them ever again, was a triumphant feeling to say the least. Mr. 150 is also very well know by pretty much every bank within 100mi. At the time of the bank calling our note they didn't know we did business with him. So we also informed the bank that one of our business partners, Mr. 150, would have gladly fronted the money if they had been a little more cordial with their note request. If they had handled themselves a little more professionally we might have considered still doing business with them. We now have a new bank and are on very good terms with the president himself, they were glad to take customers from their competition.
Though, the truth is, for my grandfather it might have started out as work back when he was 19 and just married. What it turned into wasn't work, It was his life. He didn't do it for the money, there was many time, long before i was even born, were my grandfather could have cashed out. Money was secondary to him. He did it because he had a goal. He wanted to give his children, his children's children, his entire family, a better life than he or his wife ever had. He wanted to make sure his family was provided for for generations, long after he was gone. I like to think my grandma had a lot to do with this in a subtle, unintentional way. If I didn't sell it before, she truly is a saint and i think her unhuman-like warmth brushed off on the hard, rugged and unemotional man. I don't think his goal was the same at 19 as it was later on in his life. I think he eventually wanted to be sure that his family would never have to know what it's like to be starving, to feel completely helpless and to the whims of an economy like the one back in the Great Depression. Money was just the answer, he made his goal his life.
A lot of people think my screen name is just an ironic spin on Clint Eastwood, and it is, but it's based off my grandfather, who had a near mirror demeanor about him. An extreme stoic, a relentless workhorse, a man that never wanted to hear an excuse and never asked for help without paying it back in full and then some. He believed in building those up around him and it damn well showed the day i was 18, standing in front of his casket greeting hundreds of men, women and families I'd never met. Hundreds of people telling me stories of the things he'd done or helped them in some way. Men he gave work to so they too could provide for their families too. Countless stories i wish i could remember today.
He was a man that set a goal, followed it through with unwavering tenacity till the day he died. He helps those he could along the way and like the kid that stole the quarter 60 years ago, he had no time for those that tried to take advantage of him. And above all, he was a man that spent his time wisely achieving it.
Your time is the most valuable currency you'll ever own, don't waste it.
There have been many before you that's done a lot more, with a lot less.
No one on this planet cares if you succeed or fail, but you might makes some very loyal and valuable friends along the way. And they may have some self interested you can reach out for in a time of need.
Learn to become a master of your emotions. Become a slave to them and you will pay for it with the most valuable currency you'll ever own
Set a goal and make sure your passionate about it. Just like lifting, you won't reach it in a day, but with proper knowledge and planning, you will reach it as long as you never stop. It may take you a lifetime though.