dailyinspiration

I have been a delivery driver since I was 20 years of age. I started out delivering produce to the local super markets in my city. On of my deliveries offered me more money to join their fleet and deliver seafood, only thing was that it was stinky. I was 24 then and I didn’t care, I put the money ahead of smelling stinky, I made out very well and then overtime my home started having this stitch every-time I walked into my home. My ex wife started making me leave my work clothes on the back porch. But I realized the owner I had worked for became closer to me and his true colors started to show, and when I tell you he was a piece of work, he was not a nice guy by any means. Things got really ugly when it came to extra employees and even with some of the places we serviced. That is when I understood the value of morales, the way he treated people was not at all good. After about two and a half years of processing fish and seafood, smelling like a contaminated lake, I quit because I couldn’t work for someone who had no filter and treated people like they were way beneath him. I found myself on a greyhound bus to Salt Lake City Utah to do truck school.