Persistence - It Pays

Frank Weigle came into my office one morning back inand I've hated painting ever since.
1985 and asked me to create a report for him that heFinally one evening I approached my dad to get his
could use to demonstrate how the mill had gone downtake on my situation. Dad never got past the second
the tubes in just two months. Frank, the superintendentgrade and had to teach himself to read and write but
of the former Armco Steel Corporation rolling mill inthat didn't bother me because he was my dad. I
Sand Springs, Oklahoma knew I kept detailedremember that day very well. Dad was sitting in his
maintenance and production records and didn't doubt Ifavorite chair with the Bible open on his lap studying
could do that for him. But what you've asked me to do,one of the gospels. He placed a finger on the text to
what the Will Rogers Toastmaster Club has askedmark his place and stared up at me over a pair of old
me to do, is another matter. Building the profile of anreading glasses.
individual is no easy task; much more so that the"Well if I was hunting for a job; I would find a place I
biography is of your self, and five to seven minutes isliked, locate the boss and ask him for a job." He said. I
not that much time. But still there are some options.knew my sister worked at the local furniture factory
First I could tell you that I was born on a dirt street inand said she liked it so I got up early the next morning
Waldron, Arkansas and that my parents wereand drove up there and asked some of the men
divorced before I was ten years old. That thestanding around if anyone had seen the foreman. One
Department of Human Services placed my youngerof them pointed across the room to the time clock,
brother, two sisters and I in the Bottoms Baptist"he's over there but I don't know what you would want
Orphanage, located a 150 miles to the south into see him." He said.
Monticello, Arkansas and that I spent the next eightI followed his line of sight to a man who weighed 250
years of my life down there. Or I could tell you I playedpounds if he weighed an ounce and stood at least
right end on the Monticello Hillbillies football team andsix-foot-four. Seeing his size I did a double take and
was voted the most courteous person in the tenthwondered if the worker knew something I needed to
grade, that I was the class reporter in the eleventhknow, but went over there anyway and asked the big
grade and attended Boys State during the summerman for a job. That evening I explained to Dad that the
between my junior and senior years. That I left theforeman said he didn't have an opening and asked
home at the end of the summer and returned toDad what to do next. And just as before Dad marked
Waldron to live with my dad and if you opened a 1962his place and stared up at me. "Well," he said, "I
Waldron Bulldog annual and thumbed through thewouldn't let that bother me. They all say that. But if you
pages to the Who's Who section, you would see thatwant that job, I would go back up there tomorrow and
the one hundred kids in my senior class selected meask him again, show him you really want to work!" So
as 'The One Most Likely To Succeed'.the next day I approached the man of a mountain and
That I spent four years in the Navy during the Vietwas met with more of the same. But this time I didn't
Nam War and attended college on the GI Bill. That Ihave to ask.
graduated from the University of Tulsa with anHe told me that he didn't have a job for me. "I told you
Electrical Engineering degree and made the Nationalyesterday I didn't have an opening," he said. "Now go
Honor Society, Zeta Nu Chapter of Etta Kappa Nu.on. Get out of here. I'm busy!" That evening dad and I
That I spent most of the next thirty years automatingdiscussed my job-hunting futures again but this time he
production systems in Oklahoma, one of them thetold me something that literally blew me out of the
steel mill in Sand Springs, where some of the menwater. He said, "Ben, if you really want that job, go
there referred to me as The Body Snatcher becauseback up there again tomorrow and I bet he'll hire you."
my work eliminated so many jobs. That I've beenWell dad was right. The foreman placed his hands on
writing poems and short stories for thirty years andhis hips and looked me up and down and said, "you
recently completed my first novel and that I retired thiswant to work, huh?" And I said, "Yeah." "Ok, you be up
past January.here tomorrow morning and I'll have something for
I could elaborate on any number of these and someyou." The next day the foreman pointed to a large
would say my life has been a success. But I didn'tpush broom and for the next month I spent eight hours
come here to do that. What I did come here to do isa day sweeping the floors and emptying large trash
to share with you one short story; a tiny segment ofboxes; picking up everything from clumps of cotton,
my life.sawdust, scraps of wood, fragments of cloth, all mixed
After graduating from high school, I had no thoughts ofwith slimy tobacco juice or just plain spit. I was the
higher education. My only goal was to find a job andjanitor. Now, looking around this room, I'm sure there
start making money, and I did that. I white washedare those of you that would say, "wow! That's a
trees, helped a man underpin an old house, helped buildpretty good speech. But why would he go and ruin it
a large concrete block commercial garage and evenby ending it on a negative note?" Well let me see if I
entertained the thought of painting for a living. But thatcan dispel some of your concerns.
thought quickly went awry when I ran out of paint onI learned a lot those three days and the weeks that
one of my first jobs and had to get another batchfollowed. First of all, I learned that being a janitor wasn't
mixed. That night I dreamed about the difficultieswhat I wanted to do and secondly but more important
matching the color of one batch of paint with anotherI learned that determination and persistence pays!