From torn and scorned to be reborn.

Life has its ups and downs. Just like a home that needs remodeling.

Nobody likes to see an area full of destruction, filth, or decay anywhere, especially in the home settings. I spent many years in new construction in my younger years to pass up remodeling type work. My Grandfather used to like to amaze us, grandchildren, with the magic of his creation with redesigning an area of his property from time to time.

Times were tough on me coming up about what to do for occupation when I was a child. The economy was doing great in my hometown. Many people always spoke about it lasting longer or not. The location of my hometown is in the central part of the country, with the great lakes hanging overhead.

Many forms of transportation are coming and going throughout the area. Many people always said that here in this state is not an excellent location to be producing high dollar-type merchandise. The industry was here before, and not too far from my hometown was a colossal coliseum that fit a tremendous amount of people. From concert events to show’s of all sorts.

Back when I was a child, there was an election going on, and the presidential candidates used the coliseum as a place to hold some debates. That was something that happened everywhere more often than you would have thought about now that television has set in most of our lives. For this area, it was huge for us.

Official figures that were yet to come to following the election polls and the President of the United States of America and many candidates took the time to take many tours of the location. An event that took place over forty years ago in the area that locals will not forget. I can tell you that for sure. People are still talking about it all in the downtown area.

When I was a child, I went to many places all around and enjoyed seeing people the most who wore suits. I wanted to be one of them. However, I was told there isn’t any life, and never enough money in that kind of work where you can wear a suit. Even as a child, I tried to fit in with people wearing that style of clothes everywhere from time to time, hearing the same thing over and over again.

My father, who was a Factory-Industrial man and my Grandfather, who was a Construction Handyman who ran the drive-in theater concession part-time with my Grandmother, told me to keep my mind wide open for the future. My mother was getting tired of being just a housewife, and now that I was about to start school, told me that this might be the last time we go downtown to play dress-up with the others. She was beginning to go back to the work night shift.

My mother told me not to worry people build up like that all the time. So if I want to be in that crowd when I am older, I need to pick a career now and take classes for it later. Nearly everyone seemed to agree that an accountant is an essential person in any given company. I thought she meant classes now in elementary. I chose Math, English, Science, Music, and History to be my most relevant topics.

That was just in case I wanted to try them all out from what this professional-looking man in a costly suit who kept laughing all the time was saying. Accounting was the backbone to every business out there was what the word, and I wanted to be an owner of a significant industry so I could employ many people to support family type lifestyles.

Knowing I was going to have mental issues being, I was born with a chemical imbalance. Our discussions lead me to live on a small governmental income and rising to new challenges as life goes forward. My school years came and went by quickly with me entrepreneur myself with several starts up businesses that put extra spending money in my pockets.

Regularly I was mowing lawns, washing cars, and household choirs. For extra money, on the side, I would collect cans for recycle, and find unique things along with snacks to sell at school. I even went door to door as eager as I was to get my own company someday. I was very nervous around the age of sixteen, which was the legal age to work as a minor in any of the industries out there, and that was just because I wanted my own company. My elders told me that everyone had to start somewhere.

I thought I was someone unique way back when I was a teen. Even though my most extended-term girlfriend and I departed in a hard way, I had a lot going on. While at the same time, my mental illness kicked in. I found that factory work was very long hours of doing the same thing all the time as I was hungry for something else. A lot of things that I used to do stopped.

However, my first solo trip out of my hometown led me to a full year of being a construction hand. That is where it sunk in the most about construction is the most extremely closest thing to being your boss. The had shut mostly everything down, and missing life as I knew it I came back and went back to school for accounting feeling bad for dropping out of high school to get an early start in the working world.

Once I graduated, this college like school sent me to probably what would have been my best spot to living a suited life. I don’t know what went through my head, as I feel like I let a lot of people down. On my last day of out at City hall, the man that ran the division told me to go down to HR and tell them he wanted me full time.

When I got there, she asked if I was in college, and I said no. Looking back, that was the second biggest mess up’s in my entire life. One of the biggest things on my mind was everywhere I was. My mind would think about what I could do if I were the owner of this business.

It took me about ten years from my first mental break down to come to my senses about getting up and getting busy with doing something constructive with my life. My Grandfather took ill, and I was in, and out of reality, all the time from what I have recently learned, I was one of the leaders in the neighborhood.

Many of my peers were looking up to me, as they always spoke how I thought. Their parents, along with neighbors, probably spoke a lot of what kind of kid I was in the neighborhood. With both my grandparents in the nursing home, my mother always extremely up, not to mention everyone was wasting time on partying. I ended up doing the worst thing I could have done. That was a move in with the very person that made my mother sick of me and my sibs.

My father turned my stomach on being professional, as he had worked his way into becoming a white-collar office worker. However, I had the will to survive even louder this time living with my father. The first person I saw out walking in the neighborhood. I ran up to him and asked him about work in the area. My father turned out to be a brut to only think of just himself is what we all found out.

I was thrilled when the man said he was sheetrock. I liked the sound of that because I took music instrument courses in elementary to have a creative mind, plus I loved music. My will to live was very high, and once again. Even though it was physical construction work, I once again wanted to own my own company. Also, the older you get, you are more open to ideas you become. For the next five years, I was upset because of hours and a small paycheck. I felt the employer I contracted my work from was pencil wiping me out of money every week.

My mental illness didn’t stop me from dreaming. With no advisers, I was always stuck with the information my mother used to give when there was love in the heart. I couldn’t get out of the young me is what I found out when I came back to Ohio. I was in my early thirties, still learning to live. I already worked in every type of industry out there. I was seeing how my mother stuck on me getting lost.

I was like this is enough, and that person I used to back in elementary school come back full stride. I found out that companies mostly hire people straight out of school, so there was base one, to go back to school. My parents forced me to take these pills that left my mind thoughtless was not a part of my life anymore. My government check was finally big enough to share rent with others. That was base two finding a place to live.

I got to base three before completing school, which was what happened the first time when I dropped out of school. I was nervous about working for this man part-time. However, I needed the extra money, and that was what I thought. I had a previous skill and loved that type of work. This older man loved my work, as well.

After we finished remolding his second home, he told me he needed a Doctor to approve of him going back to work. He also needed someone with him close to the plant while his family stayed tucked away comfortable as could be. I agreed to bring this man’s butler instead of looking for work from the school I also recently graduated. What I figured out in the next six months was this man took me away from hitting the home run I was looking to accomplish.

I was so glad I planned when I got back to the hometown that applied to government housing. As I looked at my schooling in data, entre might have been once again a waste of a job. The keyword was a job because look at me now, I can type pretty fast.

I quit working for that man who had my life in chains as a butler right away. I was tired of feeling dead and under someone else’s figure. He should have never stated that I didn’t have the mentality to work for a big industry like him. I went to college so I might be able to work in the office like that one as he made my head hurt.

It also gave me the same power my mother’s negative ways did. I retook charge of my life got my spot. It was like clockwork only this time I hooked up with a man with the same dreams I had. He was a drywall finisher, and I was a hanger. Together we both started our own company of our trades and spent the next twenty years hooking up and working together as entrepreneurs.

It might not have been the big company I was looking for to own. However, this little start-up business leads us both to the ability to try other fields of work out. Remolding houses was just as much fun as building new ones. Later on, I opened a landscaping business as well. I even got back into dating women again. Construction isn’t a wrong field to be into, like my Grandfather and father used to preach to me came true.

No matter what area you chose to get into, it’s never perfect. However, with all the skills I obtained these last couple of months of being alone, I was able to do for myself, and plan my next company. I was enjoying adding to the amount of money I was making by forging one company with another why should I stop there. I am about to be reborn as a landlord, with plans of growing crops. From that point on, I plan on opening up a kitchen, and a cannery to feed the nation.

Isn’t life GREAT? I hope you enjoyed this read, and don’t give up!