Focus and Practice
No one is born with a skill to do anything. People may have special aptitudes and intelligence, some things may come to them relatively easily, but to excel, they must focus and practice. This is true in all endeavors, whether you are a leader in industry, a pianist, a golfer, a parent or someone in the grocery business.
Some in our society think there is a great distinction between jobs. There really isn’t. A number of years ago, many of the older people who read this will remember a bread company called Honey Boy Baking Co. It was owned by a fellow named Garnett Smith. Garnett built his commercial bakery plant in North East Edmonton and he competed head to head with 4X Bakeries, McGavins and Westons. He was good fighter and innovator. We sold lots of his bread for, would you believe ten cents a loaf. To stay ahead of his competition he innovated. In those days bread was being shipped to us in 20 loaf cardboard boxes. Garnett invented the (bingo) the metal carrier all commercial bakeries are using now. Garnett sold the invention to McGavins and eventually sold his bread plant to them too. I asked Garnett, what he was going to do now that he wasn’t producing and distributing bread. He said, “you won’t believe it Frank, I bought a waste disposal company and people are paying me more to take their garbage than they would pay me for fresh Honey Boy bread.”
There is a niche in this world for everyone and everything and if you ask me, I would sooner be the best garbage man in Peace River than the worst doctor. I don’t know where Garnett is today, but it goes to show you, that reality is at times very different from perception. Bread should be worth more than garbage. If it is worth more and is the staff of life, why wouldn’t people pay more for bread, than they would for garbage disposal. Garnett couldn’t figure it out either, but he accepted people perceptions and became the best garbage man in Edmonton.
Each of our lives evolve to the level of our competence and expectation. Would you believe, I thought I was the best chicken cleaner in Edson in 1950. Even then I had my eye on my bosses job. It was a challenge and for my expectations, I was prepared to focus and practice.