Call me crazy, but two of my favorite people groups to hire from are farm boys and felons.
Yes you have to be a little careful with the 2nd group, but in my line of work (construction) it helps to have a little “fire”/ passion/get to it-ness (is that a word?)
We had a new guy helping us out yesterday on a roof tear off from the later category. (The homeowner hired him directly because my crew is a little short handed)
He’s got a new baby. Trying to make something of his life. Has what look like quite a few gang tattoos. He did a pretty good job hanging in there.
At some point he mentioned being a felon, “Having done some crazy @#it when he was younger.”
I asked him how old he was?
I smiled and told him what my dad would say.
Dad likes to say, “The human brain doesn’t really mature until you are 25.” (I think it is a Dr Phil-ism)
My new co-worker looked at me and said,”That is correct, I would tend to agree with him.”
A couple of you regulars probably remember the story of Johnny, (the guy who stabbed me with the sawzall a few years back).
I intended to write about working with a felon this morning but in re-reading that older post, it says what I wanted to say…
Well, I need to get ready for work.
I’ll leave you with a song I like to listen to once in a while that helps me stay in touch with my farmboy roots… 😉 Later! DM