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http://www.listbuildingconcepts.com ==== ==== ID: 946533 Author: Benjamin Cox Date Published: Jan 24, 2008 Title: Don't Ever Give Up Summary: Well, I see my time is up. But, let me leave you with just these few words. "Don't ever let someone tell you... Body: I've been fired two times. The first time was about a year out of high school. I was working at a chicken processing plant in Waldron, Arkansas in the cold storage area in the back, loading large refrigerated semi trailer trucks.That type of work evolves around the truck schedule. If there is a truck then several of us would load it out. If there was no truck then we had a lot of free time on our hands. Those times we would be harassing each other and sometimes the boss, even. Our boss was a retired army sergeant and he wasn't used to being pushed around, but we pushed and I don't think he liked it.One day we were standing around and he came up. He pointed toward five men, one after the other. I want you, you, you, you and you to be here at midnight to load a semi. If you come in on time and work, I will have you back at home, in bed and asleep by 2:00 a.m.Of course we knew that wouldn't happen. Oh, we would be out there all right, and we would load the truck. But we would not be at home by 2:00 a.m., certainly not in bed and asleep. He knew that and we knew that. He just didn't want to admit it.Five of us showed up at midnight and started loading the truck. There was a man in the truck with me named, Tom Jenkins. There was a conveyor down the middle of the trailer from front to back, about forty feet and another thirty feet extending down into the cold storage. There were two men at the end of the conveyor loading boxes of frozen chickens end to end on the conveyor. There was another man with a two-wheeler running around in the storage hauling boxes of chickens to the conveyor.Tom and I had been stacking boxes of chickens for fifteen minutes or so. We had two rows deep and stacked higher than our heads when all of a sudden I saw the conveyor bend in the middle and start to lean over. Now, no one wanted to hear anything about a delay. Everyone wanted to get done and get back in bed. But seeing there was going to be a big delay if something wasn't done, I called down to those loading the conveyor to, Shut It Off.My boss heard me and must have thought I was deliberately creating a delay or was still harassing him. Either way I still remember what he said to this day. He said, "Let them roll!"Tom and I just backed up from the conveyor and when the boxes started spilling off into the night and the conveyor jammed, the former army sergeant climbed up in the truck to see what was the matter, and he didn't like what he saw.The next day, when I came in about ten o'clock, my boss told me to report to the front office. I didn't think anything of it. I had been there before so I popped in the door and found the shift supervisor sitting behind her desk with some of my papers lying before her.She asked me to sit down and we discussed some of my personal papers, the information, etc. and about that time my boss came through the door. My boss and the shift supervisor exchanged glances and she said, "Well, what are we going to do with him?" nodding toward me.My boss looked me up and down then looked at the supervisor and

my papers then said, "Just put down on his papers there, discharged!"Well, I can't say I didn't see it coming down, and I suppose you could say that I deserved everything they gave me. But I wasn't through with the chicken plant just yet - at least some of the people working there. Because, before I could get out of the parking lot, Tom Jenkins stopped me and said, "Ben, I've landed a job in Fort Smith, working at Southwest Rebuilders Inc. They rebuild water pumps and carburetors for cars. I go to work Monday morning. I will put in a good word for you, if you are interested. I thanked him and said I would give him a call.A week later on the weekend, I called him and said I would be up there Monday morning. I drove the forty-five miles from Waldron to Fort Smith, filled out my application and put down Tom Jenkins as a reference and they hired me.I worked there for about a year then one day my draft notice came in the mail. I didn't think anything about it. My cousin was in Vietnam and had written me several letters. He didn't think it was a big deal to be over there. Regardless, I realized it was something I had to do and took the letter with me to work the next day.At lunch I told Tom Jenkins. "Tom, it looks like I will be leaving before long," I said.Tom glanced up from a ham and cheese sandwich and responded, "Oh, I thought you liked working here, Ben.""I do," I said, and tossed the draft notice over to him. "Looks like I'll be going into the Army."Tom, placed his sandwich in his lunch bucket, wiped his hands on his shirt and picked up the letter."Draft notice, huh?" he said."Yeah," I said.He tossed the document back."I wouldn't do that," he said.Puzzled, I said, "What do you mean?"Tom said, "I would join the Navy."I had not noticed it before, but Tom was wearing a pair of dark blue work pants and a light blue work shirt and I learned later that they were standard navy issue. Tom had just gotten out of the Navy.Tom continued, "Granted, the navy is a four year hitch, but they have some really good electronics schools, and by the time you get out of school you will have no more time left than if you honored your draft notice there."Tom made a believer of me and a week later I joined the Navy. And, you know, Tom was right. When I finished all my training - all those electronics schools the Navy put me through - I had just twenty-two months left of my four-year tour of duty. And, to top it off, they gave us a two-month early out. Therefore, I spent just twenty months working for the Navy. In addition I studied, passed and acquired a First Class Radio Telephone Operator's License, which is required to run a TV or Radio Broadcast Station. Also, the second-class part of the license made me legal to work on 2-way radios. I was primed to get a good civilian job.Still, I went back to Arkansas and went back to work at the carburetor rebuilding plant. I had heard that when you are drafted and you have a job then the wages at the job keep going up while you are away and when you return, you get the wages that you would be making if you had never left. But, what I didn't know is that they didn't have to give your job back, just the pay. Therefore, they put me in an entry-level position and I didn't like it. I didn't think that was right and I got made at my boss a couple of weeks later and quit.That same day, my landlord saw me climbing the stairs to my room and knew I should be at work and must have thought I was leaving. Concerned about her rent, possibly, she told me that her mother was coming over and that they were having fried shrimp for supper. "Would you like to join us," she asked me."Sure," I said.That evening, about half way through with the mill, the landlord turned toward me."Are you going to be leaving soon?" She asked me."Well, I'm looking for a job. I would like to stay," I said. "A friend of mine owns a gas station at the corner of Towson Avenue and Rogers. He needs a station attendant. I will say something to him if you are interested." She said.I told her that I didn't have any irons in the fire and that I would appreciate it.The next morning I drove down there and to my surprise he hired me.Imagine that. I left the Navy with all that training and experience with electronics and having a First Class License and I let someone talk me into going to work at a gas station. I couldn't believe it. Still, I don't regret my decision. It was good experience.Ha-ha, haha, I would say it was the morning of the second or third day when a long white, 1959 Cadillac Coupe Deville pulled into the drive - the one with the big fins on the back. The window rolled down

and a big, heavy-set red-faced Scotch-Irish looking fellow stuck his head out and told me he wanted five gallons of gas, his oil checked and his windows washed.I took a look at his car - and it was a mess! Therefore, I screwed the gas cap off the car, removed the gas spout from the pump and stuck the spout in the tank and latched it on...Some of you remember a few mistakes I've made in Toastmasters. If you think that is something, lend an ear to this.I latched the pump on and raised the hood to check the oil then started on the windows. Two minutes later I had the windows, front and back glasses shinning. I was really proud then all of a sudden I heard the pump kick off. I walked around the car to the pump and saw that almost eighteen gallons had been pumped into the white Cadillac and all he had asked for was five. Ha-ha.I didn't have any other choice so I made out the ticket and the Scotch-Irish fellow's face got even redder. And my boss, who was watching the whole thing through a picture window from his office, his face got just as red when the driver of the Cadillac refused to pay the bill.Ha-ha, needless to say, my two or three day career pumping gas came to a screeching halt. But, don't ever give up!The next day, I saw an ad in the Fort Smith Times for a two-way radio repairman. I called the number printed there and talked to a man named Murdock. I told him a little about myself and that I had a license. He told me if I would meet him at the Broadway Café in Fort Smith he would buy my supper and we would discuss the job.I met him there and we shared a really good meal and discussed the job for thirty to forty minutes. Afterward Mr. Murdock asked me if I would follow him back to his shop, which was two or three blocks up from my apartment and I did.There he gave me a couple more tests, one of them a soldering test and we discussed the job some more. Then, at about the time I thought he was going to offer me a job, his voice changed and he started trying to discourage me from taking the job.He said, "Ben, you could probably do this job better than any man I've got. But you don't want this job - you need a good job."I was about to the point that I would become anger at him for taking up my time, or start to cry, when he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a business card and extended it to me."A man stopped by here yesterday from Dallas, Texas. He is looking for a good two-radio repairman down there. Why don't you give him a call and see if you're interested."I took the card, thanked him for his time, his advice, and his tip, got in my car and drove straight to the nearest convenience store. There, I asked for some change and went outside and called the number on the business card and a man named, Bob Stockwell answered.A few months before I received my honorable discharge from the Navy, I thought if I could make a hundred dollars a week I would be tickled to death, I would be tickled pink. And when Bob Stockwell gave me a hundred and twenty a week on the spot, I was walking in tall cotton.Don't ever give up!At this point, if I were to turn toward the timekeeper and ask for my time, he would tell me I had two or three minutes left. That would be just enough time to tell you this one other story.Jerry Clower was a country music comedian. He spent the last thirty years or so of his life walking out on stage before sold out audiences all over the world and across this country. Most of his material was pure nonsense. But the people loved it and he earned a lot of money in the process.I have several of Jerry's compact disks at home and I've listened to every one of them more than once. There is one cut on one CD that goes a long ways toward saying what Toastmasters is saying to us. And that is: you are capable of doing great things - things, you never dreamed you could do. At this time I want to tell you about that.The CD is recorded live and there is a lot of hand clapping, whistling and laughing in the background from Jerry's previous joke and as the noise subsides you can hear Jerry's voice. Here is what he said.Winston Churchill has always been one of my favorite people. Some of you may have heard a speech he gave during WWII while London was being bombed every day.Churchill said, "we will never, never, never, give up" and me knowing that, it reminds me of a story my grandpa told me one time.My grandpa and grandma had an old jersey cow. One morning Grandpa milked that cow and poured the milk in a churn and carried it down below the hill and set it down in a cold spring. He did that to keep the

milk cool until that evening when he would milk the cow again and pour all the milk together and give it to Grandma to churn.Sometime after Grandpa left, two big old bullfrogs came hopping along and jumped over in the churn. They started kicking and kicking, trying to jump out. Finally one of them said, "It is hopeless. I will never get out of here. I'm just going to die. And he flipped over on his back and he died, graveyard dead."The second frog said, "I will never, never, never, give up" and he kept kicking and kicking and kicking and he kicked so much that he churned up a big old chunk of butter. And by the time my grandpa came to get the milk, that old bullfrog had jumped up on that clump of butter and was taking a nap.Don't ever give up!Well, I see my time is up. But, let me leave you with just these few words. "Don't ever let someone tell you that you can't do something. Don't let them tell you that you can't do this or you can't do that. Don't let them tell you that you are too tall or you are too short, that you are too old or you are too young, that you are too fat or you are too thin, that you need a college education or you are over qualified. Set your goals high. Always aim just a little above the horizon, and most of all...Don't ever, ever, ever - give up! Benjamin J Cox is an author, novelist, poet, speaker, writer and humorist. He has written a book, Insider Dreams, a 911 Novel. He was born on a dirt street in a Waldron, Arkansas, in 1943. He graduated from the University of Tulsa with a degree in Electrical Engineering. He is married with three children, five grandchildren. He is the President of Mayes County Writers Club, the Treasurer of Pryor Creek Investment Club and a member of Will Rogers Toastmasters Club. He is retired and lives with his wife in Pryor, Oklahoma. He like to run, enjoys big band dancing, Speaking before groups, and writes every day.

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