Stop Working for Yourself!
At 12 years old, I started a paper route. It wasn't in folding and throwing papers that I found my "riches." It was selling subscriptions. The Press-Enterprise, out of Riverside, California, would have someone come and pick up a bunch of 12-14 year olds and we'd go to all the new neighborhoods to sell subscriptions.
I was good.
I was really good.
One of the contests, I made out like a bandit. Along with a bunch of money (particularly for a 12 year-old kid) I won not 3… not 4… but 2 whole bikes. I won a mountain bike and a 10-speed racing bike.
Yeah. I was hot stuff (in my own mind).
I loved the idea that I could work hard to make more money. If I applied myself, I could be better.
Oh, that picture is not me. I didn't look that cool.