I shot twice. The first time was about a year after high school. I was in a chicken processing plant in Waldron, Arkansas, in the cold room in the back, loading large refrigerator semi-trailer.
This type of work program was developed by trucks. If there was a truck, then some of us out there, please. If there are trucks and then we had a lot of free time on our hands. This time there are harassing each other and sometimes the head,too. Our boss was a retired sergeant, and he was not used to pushed around, but we moved and I do not think he liked it.
One day we will be there and he came. He said five men, one after another. I want you, you, you, you and you to be here at midnight to load a semi. If you arrive on time and work, I'll get home to bed and sleep clock 02:00
Of course we knew it would not happen. Oh, we'd be out there all right, and wewould be the truckload. But we would not be home early from 2:00 clock, especially not in bed and asleep. He knew that we knew we wanted to know that just will not admit it.
Five of us showed up at midnight and started loading the truck. There was a man in the truck with my name, Tom Jenkins. It 'been a conveyor belt at the center of the trailer from front to back, about forty feet, and another ten feet down into the cold room. There were two men at the end of the loading conveyorBoxes of frozen chicken in order to stop the conveyor. There was another man who walks around with a two-wheeled towing storage in boxes with chickens on the transport system.
Tom and I had boxes of chicken for 15 minutes or so. We had two deep overlapping orders, higher than our heads when a sudden turn I saw the conveyor belt at the center and begin to bend.
Well, nobody wanted to hear something about a delay. Everyone wanted to get done and go back to bed. ButSee, it would be a big delay, if something is not done, I called up the load on the conveyor belt, Shut It Off
My boss of my thinking and I was deliberately create a delay or was still harassing. However, I still remember what he said today. He said: "Let it roll!"
Tom and I just supported by the carrier and when the boxes started to pour in the night and jammed the conveyor belt, the former sergeant climbed onto the truckto see what was happening and did not like what he saw.
The next day, when I got to watch about 10, my boss told me to front-office report. I thought nothing. I had been there before, so I slammed the door and found the shift leader sits behind the desk with some of my work in front of them was.
He asked me to sit down and we discussed some of my documents containing personal information, etc., and it was during this time my head through the door. My boss andThe shift manager glanced at me and said: "Well, what should we do with him" hints in my direction.
My boss looked at me from top to bottom, the supervisor and then looked at my papers and then said: "Just released his papers out there"
Well, I can not say not to see him go down, and I suppose you could say that I am all that I deserve it. But I was not through with the chicken plant just yet - at least some of the people who work there. Because before Iout of the parking lot, taking Tom Jenkins and told me: "Well, I found a job in Fort Smith, has worked at Southwest Rebuilders Inc., water pumps and carburetors new car I go to work Monday morning I will be in a good word compiled for .. if you are interested. I thanked him and said I would call him.
A week later at the weekend, I called him and said I was there Monday morning. I drove the 45 miles from Fort Smith to Waldron, filled myApplication and Tom Jenkins set as a reference, and I have presented.
I worked there for about a year then one day my draft notice came in the mail. I do not think anything too. My cousin was in Vietnam and I had written several letters. He did not think that was a big deal to be there. However, I realized it was something I had to do, and took the letter with me to work the next day.
At lunch I said to Tom Jenkins. "Tom, it seems that I abandoned long ago:" Ihe said.
Tom looked up from a sandwich with ham and cheese and said, "Oh, I thought I liked working here, Ben."
"I know," I said and threw a draft notice to him. "It looks like I'm in the army."
Tom put in his sandwich at lunch pail, he wiped his hands on his shirt and took the letter.
"Project notice huh?" He said.
"Yes," I said.
He threw back the document.
"I would not do," he said.
Puzzled, I said: "What do you mean? Say "
Tom said: "I would like to join the navy."
I had not noticed, but Tom was wearing dark blue work pants and a blue shirt and work as I learned later that were standard Navy-issue. Tom had just left the Navy.
Tom continues: "Of course, the Navy pursue a four-year schools but they have some really good electronics and by the time you get home from school will not have more time than if you honored your draft notice there are".
Tommade me a believer and a week later I joined the Navy. And, you know, Tom was right. When I finished all my education - all the electronics of the Navy put me in school - I was only 22 months left of my four years of service. And to top it all off, we were given two months off early. That's why I spent 20 months working for the Navy. In addition, I studied, and was graduated with a First Class License Radio Telephone Operator, which is required to run a TV or radioBroadcast station. From the second part of the class I legally licensed to operate radios. I was ready to get a good civilian work.
However, I'm back in Arkansas and returned to work on the reconstruction of the carburetor. I had heard that if you have moved and have a job, then the wages go to work while you are away and when you return, you receive your salary would you do if you think that this has never left. But what I do not know is thatgive your work, only the payment. Therefore, they put me in an entry-level position, and I do not like. I do not think he was right and I'm with my boss a couple of weeks later and did not stop.
The same day that my landlord saw me climb the stairs to my room and I knew that should be taken into account and are at work, I left. Concerned about the rent, perhaps, told me that his mother came, and they were fried shrimp for dinner. "Would you like to join us,"he asked.
"Sure," I said.
That evening, about halfway through the mill, the owner turned to me.
"Will you go out early?" I asked.
"Well, I'm looking for a job. I'd love to stay," I said.
"A friend of mine owns a gas station on the corner of Avenue Towson and Rogers. He needs a gas station. I must tell you something, if you're interested." , He said.
I told her I do not have irons in the fire, and that Iwould be beneficial.
The next morning I drove down there, and to my surprise, he hired me.
Imagine. I left the Navy, with all the talk of training and experience with electronics and with a license and quality in me and I let someone go to work at a gas station. I could not believe. Yet, I do not regret my decision. It 'been a good experience.
Ha, ha, ha ha, I'd say it was the morning of the second or third day, when a long, white, 1959 Cadillac Coupe Deville hasunit - the one with the big fins on the back. The window rolled down and a tall, robust, red-faced Scotch-Irish guy stuck out his head and told me it was washed for 5 gallons of gas, checked his oil and its windows.
I glanced at his car - and it was a disaster! So I screwed the fuel cap removed from the machine, the gas outlet of the pump and put the nozzle in the tank and closed ...
Some of you remember a couple of mistakes I made in Toastmasters.If you think that is something to lend an ear to this.
I attached the pump and lifted the hood to check the oil, then started the windows. Two minutes later I had the windows, front and rear glass shinning. I was really proud of, then all of a sudden I heard the beginning of the pump. I walked around the car to the pump and saw that almost 18 gallons was pumped into the white Cadillac and everything he had asked for five. Ah-ah.
I had no choice, so I made theTicket and face the Scots-Irish colleague was even redder. And my boss, who had just everything through a glass wall of his office, his face was so red when the driver of the Cadillac refused to pay the bill.
Ha-ha, needless to say, my career was two or three days pumping gas to a screeching halt. But not always give up!
The next day I saw an ad in the Times Fort Smith for a two-way radio technician. I called the number printed there and spoke with a man namedMurdock. I told him a little 'about me and I had a license. He told me to meet, if I did on Broadway Cafe in Fort Smith, wanted to buy my dinner would be and we would discuss the work.
I met him there and we shared a really good meal and discussed the work for 30 to 40 minutes. Mr. Murdock then he asked me if I could follow back to do his business, which was two or three blocks from my apartment, and me.
There I gave a test in addition, one of them aWelding testing and we discussed the work even more. Then, once I almost thought it offered me a job, his voice has changed and we began trying to prevent me from working.
He said: "Well, maybe we could work better than any other man, but I do not want this job you need a good job -.."
I was going to the trouble to point me to take my time, or start to cry, her hand in his shirt pocket and pulled out a businessPaper and extended to me.
"A man was arrested yesterday from Dallas, Texas. He is looking for two radio artisans there. Why not call him and see if you're interested."
I took the card, thanked him for his time, his advice and his head, got into my car and drove straight to the nearest supermarket. There I asked for some changes and came out and called the card number, and a man named, said Bob Stockwell.
A few monthsI first received my honorable discharge from the Navy, if I have a hundred dollars a week would be tickled to death I thought it would be tickled pink. And when Bob Stockwell gave me 120 a week on site, I was standing in high cotton.
Never give up!
It would at this point, if I turn in the direction of the timekeeper and ask for my time, I said I had two or three minutes. It would be just enough time to tell you, this might be a different story.
JerryClower was a comedian country music. He has spent the last 30 or so years of his life walking on stage before audiences around the world and sold in this country. Most of his material was pure nonsense. But the people loved him, and gained a lot of money in the process.
I have several CDs Jerry is home and I heard none of them more than once. There is a section of a CD, not to mention a long way, what Toastmasters is obvious for us.And that means you are capable of doing great things - things you never dreamed you could do. At this point I would like to tell you.
The CD was recorded live and there are a lot of hands clapping, whistling and laughter in the background of a joke before Jerry and the noise disappears, you hear the voice of Jerry. Here's what he said.
Winston Churchill has always been one of my favorites. Some of you might be a speech he gave during the Second World War, while London was to have heardbombarded with every day.
Churchill said: "We never, never give in, never," and knows Me, that reminds me of a story my grandfather told me once.
My grandfather and my grandmother had an old Jersey cow. One morning, the grandfather milked the cow, and poured the milk into a butter tub and carried her down the hill and put him in a cold spring. He did this so that fresh milk until that evening when he would milk the cow again and pour the milk together and give to her grandmotherChurn.
Some time after his grandfather left, got two big old bull frogs hopped and jumped into the churn. They started to occur and occur, try to jump. Finally one of them said: "And 'no hope I'll never get out of here I'm going to die and has just turned on his back and died, the cemetery is dead ...."
The second frog said, "I never, never give in, never," and he did come and come and come and he was so upset that he was a big oldButter. It came from my grandfather who had to nurse the old bullfrog jumped butter and it was a nap.
Never give up!
Well, I see my time is up. But let me leave you with these few words. "Do not let anyone ever say that you can not do anything. That does not mean that you can not do this or you can not do. That does not mean that you are tall or too short, too old you are or you are too young, youare too thick or too thin, you need a college education, or who are more qualified. Set your goals high. Always order a little 'over the horizon, and above all ... Do not ever, ever, ever - give up!
