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May 14, 2017

In a family of 12 children, my father, the oldest of six boys, was told at the age of 14 he was old enough to be on his own.  He found a garage apartment and began working as a mechanic.  He worked to learn the business then opened his own shop in El Campo, Texas at the age of 17. Shortly after, he met my mother and married her two years later.  I was the oldest of four girls and had an older brother.

My mom worked in the family business too by keeping the books and handling the administrative duties.  After preparing all of our meals each day and getting us off on the bus to school, my mom and my baby sister (who was not yet in school) would leave with my dad for the shop.  By the time we arrived home from school, my mom was always there to greet us. On weekends, after chores at home were done, all of us would often head to my dad’s shop to help him. This is where I learned a little about cars.  I learned how check the oil, change the oil, spark plugs and basic engine operati...

February 13, 2017

9:00 AM comes especially early for kids or young teenagers. It is even more debilitating when your father is the alarm clock that has a snooze button you don’t want to press. Today by 9:00 AM I have run a mile, been at work for an hour, and had my first cup of coffee. But back then, not so much. There was always something to do around the house and my father made sure that we were up to do it.  Of course, we were never in the best of moods in the morning and this reaction would be met with a rhetorical question from my father such as “do you think this is a resort?” He always had us doing something even if it was completely useless to keep us busy. I realize now, as a grown adult, it was all about using our time productively and that’s what I learned from my serial entrepreneurial father.

By no means did I have it bad as a kid growing up, although, my thirteen year old self might say otherwise, but in hindsight I was extremely fortunate. There are kids who...

January 29, 2017

In a family of 12 children, my father, the oldest of six boys, was told at the age of 14 he was old enough to be on his own.  He found a garage apartment and began working as a mechanic.  He worked to learn the business then opened his own shop in El Campo, Texas at the age of 17. Shortly after, he met my mother and married her two years later.  I was the oldest of four girls and had an older brother.

My mom worked in the family business too by keeping the books and handling the administrative duties.  After preparing all of our meals each day and getting us off on the bus to school, my mom and my baby sister (who was not yet in school) would leave with my dad for the shop.  By the time we arrived home from school, my mom was always there to greet us. On weekends, after chores at home were done, all of us would often head to my dad’s shop to help him. This is where I learned a little about cars.  I learned how check the oil, change the oil, spark plugs and basic engine operati...

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