Dig Yourself Out By Digging A Hole

Updated: Jun 26

On July 14, 1990, Bobby Fisher (Not the Chess Player), the man who gave me the opportunity to learn how to work went back to prison. He was an outlaw who took great strides to make sure I didn't follow his path. Some people would see that as the end of that job, but for me it was the door I had been biding my time for, preparing myself to walk through. Bobby used to borrow big equipment from a man named Bill Wilson, who owned Rite Way Foundation Repair. One day while I was standing there, Bobby put in a good word for me, telling Mr. Wilson what a good worker I was. On the ride home, Bobby told me to ask Mr. Wilson for a job if anything ever happened to him. So that's what I did. I was 18 years old.

I used to dig holes for Bobby Fisher. It was brutal, but I became strong by not giving up. Digging holes with Rite Way introduced me to a more established company with better equipment and better trained crew. They not only conquered the same monster I’d learned to conquer, they had a way of making the monster of digging holes by hand, cower in strict obedience. They stood up and the monster sat down. Their hole digging was an art form I couldn’t have previously imagined. They actually sang as they raced to see who could dig the fastest. $5 a hole. They worked with such captivating elegance, finesse and synergy that what I preciously as knew as a monster seemed more like purple circus poodle on a leash in comparison. Flashing back, a few truths emerge.

  1. You don't know how good or bad you are without something to judge yourself against.

  2. Just because you have a jersey doesn't mean you made the team. You are lucky to get a tryout.

  3. Doors to new opportunities open more often to the ones who grind in the background. Do everything you can when nobody's looking to prepare yourself.

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A person doesn't learn to slay a monster by looking at a picture on the white board, reading a book or watching a video. Give him something to conten