When I was 14 I hired myself out with 4 or 5 other boys as a hay baling crew. Together we baled several hundred acres of hay and some straw. We earned $1.00 to $1.25 an hour depending on the farmer. We usually got fed lunch as well. I worked as a stock/carryout boy in the local SuperMarket during the winter months. I had a very expensive girlfriend and we did dances, movies and bowling every weekend. She cost me a lot, but I never spent what I earned in the summer baling. When I was 17 a guy from town drove out to the farm to ask my Dad if he wanted to rent a 17 acre field of mixed grass hay ground. da explained that we were selling the milk cows so he would not have a need for anymore hay...the guy tried to entice Dad by dropping the rent from $30 an acre to $25...Dad just shook his head no...I knew it was my chance and I blurted out "I'll give you $20 cash". No one spoke for several seconds. My old man turned to me and said " That is $340, do you have it?" I gulped and said "yes" and the landowner shook my hand and I was in business. It was far from easy, and it was never in a straight line. 20 months in the Army slowed me down, but I started rolling again afterwards. Everything I've got I've earned, but I could not have done it on my own without the help and encouragement of others..I can't tell you how much it helped being able to borrow equipmentwhen I didn't have a pot to piss in.
Over the years Ihave done what I can to help other young guys here and there. Many were family, some were not. I'm 74 now and a beat to hell old man, but I tell myself I'm still not done. Do I feel guilty sometimes,? Yep, but not about anything I have done, or all that I have earned or lucked into. I find myself feeling guilty about all the things I didn't do instead. Lots of chances I didn't take, lots of girls I never kissed, and a couplethree dreams I never chased...but who knows, I'm not dead yet.