The young salesman mocked my muddy boots and assumed I couldn’t afford the $90,000 F-350. When I asked how many they had, he laughed and tried to push me out.
So I wrote a check—for $900,000.
He went pale when he saw the company name: Morrison Construction. I was buying ten trucks. The general manager rushed out, apologized, and finalized the deal.
While signing, I overheard the kid, Kevin, on the phone with his mom—worried about medical bills and losing his job. I remembered being judged the same way years ago when a banker laughed at my work clothes.
After closing the sale, I told the manager to give Kevin the full commission. Then I offered him a steady job at my construction company, where he could build a real career.
Months later, I saw him on-site—muddy boots, hard hat, working hard and earning respect.
Sometimes the best investment isn’t in trucks. It’s in giving someone a second chance.