This is a subject well over due for an article on this post. It all started many many years ago as. As a little boy I can remember being excited and fascinated in three things: rocks, vacuuming, and computers. So it would be no big surprise that I went to school for geology. After a while I found myself changing my major to computer cyber security. As time passed I realized that, while I did have a passion for rocks and computers, I was bored easily with both. At the same time I was also attempting to run a computer company and giving a hand to my father-in-laws friend, who happened to be a carpet cleaner. I realized my full passion for cleaning working for that friend of the family. It was a comfortable environment for me that allowed my mind to be fully engaged in the task at hand with the ability to freely thing about any subject I desired.
Though the part-time job with the friend didn’t last very long, I couldn’t stop thinking about how fulfilled I was with that line of work. As friends and family would ask me what I was doing for work, I started to tell them that I cleaned carpet. Eventually, I started to get inquiries to come and clean homes of those friends. I used the money I made from my first few jobs to buy the cheapest portable extractor I could afford and I set off on a path to clean. It was almost 2 months before I received my second inquiry to clean, my dream of being a cleaner almost lost, and a new job on the horizon I gave it one more shot. That same week I received a third job, making my total earnings for the three jobs more than I was making at my $12 an hour desk job— I was hooked.
With all the money I had earned, I called a local advertising agency and placed the larges add my money could buy. I remember my father chastising me immediately after giving my card information over the phone. “You’ll never make back that money” was the chastisement. I didn’t think I would either, but I had to try. I had just had a baby and my wife was working full time raising our daughter, finishing her CNA certification, and assisting my grandfather who had recently become unable to care for himself. I was soon blessed with more business than I or my father expected. I then made the sacrifice to sell my grandfathers old Mercedes he had left me and my other grandfathers truck that I had bought from him long before his passing.With the money I bought an ugly, rickety old van and a truck mounted carpet cleaning machine. I was ready! Going to work was a joy and I loved seeing the look on my clients faces every time I cleaned their carpet. Soon my aunt asked me if I wanted to take over some janitorial contracts from some of the sites where their janitor was retiring. I was now in business with a monthly income from the janitorial cleaning and daily jobs cleaning carpet and all the equipment I needed to do the job.
Mistakes were made, there were bumps along the path, and almost a decade has passed now. I have a thriving carpet cleaning and janitorial business that I am proud of with employees who I enjoy working with. I thank the Lord every day for the blessings he has given me and the opportunities to serve my customers and make smiles happen.