A Street Urchin’s no cash, no credit, Business Plan

A Street Urchin’s no cash, no credit, Business Plan

Our primary source of income came from collecting old newspapers door-to-door. We bundled and tied them into manageable bundles to resell to the waste-paper and scrap dealers of the day.

We knew that as kids we wouldn’t get a fair price because we watched adults being paid double what we were for the same weight. Being wise to this, we loaded our bundles with a few bits of scrap iron, until we learned that it was easier to soak half of each bundle in water, making certain that the wet half was positioned in the center to make it undetectable.

That’s how we got the right price for our wastepaper 離婚したくない場合の奥の手 collection without the dealer being any the wiser. He was happy to believe that he was ripping us off, and we were more than happy to be ripping him off – for the rightful price due to us.

Often we would come across some valuable lead-pipe or copper. The same thing applied. We were just ragged kids, so the scrap dealers would pay us less than adults for the same weight. We learned to fill our scrap lead or copper pipe with wet garden soil, or sand if we could find some, to increase the weight and our cash as a result.

As the years passed I got work as a teen in all kinds of different places, and much to my surprise my workmates were all so very negative about any mention of making money or starting a business. Up to that point in my life I had always believed that everyone had similar views, but it quickly dawned upon me that most people lack the belief in themselves to take any kind of risk. I suppose that’s why so many good people suffer needlessly in mundane work-a-day jobs without any future prospects. One day in the workplace, I simply happened to mention that I would like to start a business, but you would have thought I had said something grossly insulting. The responses were amazing, such as: