08-03-2009

Ok, I am not sure this one hits the mark, or if it even hits the same landing zone... perhaps too vague. Blah.

Exercise: Big issue for desire. (wealth, fame, love, etc.).

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     The old cliche of "careful what you wish for" just didn't apply. I wasn't wishing. I knew what I wanted, and wealth was what I was going to get.
     I was going to make a ton of money when I sold my patent for a snow shovel.
     Long, cold winters spent shoveling tons, literally, tons of snow growing up made me develop several ideas on a better shovel.
     Why not just buy a snow blower? Pussy. It wasn't like we had parking lots or roads to clear, we had driveways and sidewalks. It would have taken the same amount of time with a shovel, plus there was no expenses with a shovel and it was great exercise.'it was just hard on your back.
     So, I kept working on developing what I thought was a highly unique idea. I worked with Grandpa on learning some welding, and while that gave me some great prototypes the metal was extremely heavy.
     Dad helped me turn some of my prototypes into wood models, which helped, but was still somewhat cumbersome. That's when I decided to patent my ideas and just wait for the cash to roll in.
     Well, I sent the specs in and waited for approval. I had researched several companies I was going to present my invention to by summer so they could get production going for winter.
     Two long months dragged by and my letter from the patent office finally arrived. It was a regular envelope, much smaller than I had expected. I opened the envelope with dollar signs swirling about my head.
     "What the fuck?" I remember yelling that seemingly unseasonably cold July afternoon. As I read the letter, I couldn't believe someone had already patented my idea - two years earlier! Unbelievable. All that time, effort and snow!
     I was pissed, but I was not about to give up because of one small glitch. I noted the patent and decided I wanted to look at that patent myself and see if it really was my idea or if they made a huge mistake. I mean, my fortune was at stake here.
     As I sent a request for the patent information I felt as though things were not looking good. In order to not get discouraged, I decided to head back to the drawing board. An obstacle, not a dead end, I kept telling myself.
     One way or another, I was going to think of some ingenious idea, make a ton of money and go fishin' for the rest of my life.


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