Just for disclosure sake, I am actually talking about a very real fellow who cuts my grass, but his name isn't really Ray. The story I'm telling very much is. This is a guy I know well now.
Really though everybody's position is down to luck. Ray was lucky to get across the border, lucky not to get deported, lucky to get the old push mower, lucky to get jobs. I am sure there are plenty of Rays who worked just as hard and who are just as smart but did not do as well.
So you don't think any of that was his own doing? It just happened to him? He was sitting in the shade under a tree one day and a guy walked up and said, "Hey man, you wanna be a star?"
Get real. You don't even know the guy. I do. I promise that ain't how it happened for him. He was one of the few that got in line and waited to immigrate legally. That ain't easy to do. Most folks say screw that and just hop the fence. So he wasn't lucky not to get deported. He was smart not to get deported.
Lucky to get the push mower? He bought that with what little money he had when he got here. Anyone can buy a push mower for $30. If you think that an inability to find a push mower is what is holding you back then get off your lazy ass and quit bitching. Half of Americans have an old push mower for sale. Get real.
Lucky to get jobs? Like you think he was just laying around waiting for them to come in. And out of the whole field of people wanting to cut yards the jobs just happened to land on him? When that guy moved in there wasn't a minute that you could go around this neighborhood and not see him pushing that mower around and knocking on doors. He actually got a little bit annoying.
No, the reason he made it was that he did a really good job. There were a few other people who had been doing lawns around here for years, but when Ray came to town things changed. Mine was one of the first lawns he did. I live on a corner in front of a busy street so everyone sees my yard. He offered to do it really cheap, like half the price of the guy who had been doing it, so I let him.
He spent a few hours on my yard and made it look amazing. He even asked if I had a trimmer, and I did, and used it to cut back all my hedges. I didn't even know how crappy they had looked before until he was done. When I saw the level of care and real work that he put into the job here compare to the half-assed attitude I got from the guys I currently had, I told him right then and there to come work for me any time.
He was smart. Not lucky. He did an extra special fabulous job on my yard and told me he would cut me a discount if I let him put a sign on the power pole on the corner. Great idea I thought. Lots of people see my house. Pretty soon he was doing all the yards in the whole neighborhood. At least everything he could walk to. Before long he had a little beat up Ford Ranger and he was off like a light.
He doesn't blow his money on conspicuous consumption. He lives well below his means. He saves nearly every penny and puts it back into the business. And in the last three or four years he's built quite a thriving lawn care business.
And not one piece of it just fell into his lap. Not one thing there was just a lucky break. It wasn't that he just happened to knock on the right door. He knocked on every door there was until the right one opened.
No bud, that wasn't luck. I watched it happen. It was impressive. It was brains and hard work. It definitely wasn't sitting behind a keyboard complaining to a programming forum.