Each of us is given a vision for our future. Whether it is in the halls of Congress or the corner bakery we chose for ourselves, but we are given what we need to be the best we can be.
As I was driving to the Hill Country out of Houston this weekend I had a thought. Each of these mom and pop owned businesses is someone’s dream. Someone’s hope for the future.
Some person had a vision for themselves and now this place, this business, the form of a dream is here.
Whether they knew they were an entrepreneur, or not, remains unseen, they just knew that if they wanted to taste true freedom. They met freedom on their terms.
They are the lucky ones.
Anyone reading this post.
You are one of the lucky ones.
We were born into a system that allows the individual to bring his thoughts to fruition. We have the technology to fulfill our wildest dreams. We can do anything we think of as long as we have a little determination.
Passing through as quickly as the speed limits would allow in a rush to visit a smaller town, I saw something rather disturbing in Giddings. It was a pattern that I know is repeating across this country.
Dreams are becoming nightmares.
I saw an auto dealership that was once a bustling business. I remember when they were so small that they had an old building, a few new model cars, and a gimmick – it was bad so I won’t repeat it. Before things began to unravel they had renovated their buildings, brought on more staff, elevated the property values. All as the ownership of the small dealer realized his dream.
Today there are no cars. Today there are no employees. Today their property values are crumbling.
Today there are three-foot tall weeds coming out of the cracks in the foundation.
I was physically sad and mourn the loss some of these people must feel. A “major” employers in a town of a few thousand…gone. The other new auto dealer in town is also in the weeds.
The ability of the public to buy new vehicles has disappeared from this little town. No amount of advertising and wooing of the major metropolises on either side of highway 290 worked to keep these business’ afloat until the economy rebounded. They are now history. Their tales written…their energy dispursed…the owners dreams gone, but possibly not forgotten.
Where did the workers go? What are the effects on the other business’? What is the effect of the loss of tax dollars on the city or county?
The questions come up as I’m left to my thoughts considering these two businesses.
This isn’t really about cars though. It’s about a dream. Maybe not yours but someones.
Here is what happens when you buy, eat, work locally.
Your tax dollars stay as close to home as possible. That benefits you and the community with more funds for services. More money for the services that make the city, school, and community thrive.
Not that we really care about taxes, we’d rather not have them. What else?
Dreams are powerful. Dreams are hopeful. Dreams are what lasts long after something has started to crumble.
Dreams are love under construction.
I constantly hear that I should be doing what I love. I don’t…but it’s what I hear.
All of these small, local, Mom and Pop business’ are the expression this.
These people wanted to put all of their faith into their passion to create something totally new.
It’s like marriage. You look and look and find the one person you can never live without and offer them total dedication. Give your all to make it work.
That is what all of these mom and pop shops, all of the farmers at the farmers market, and self-employed people do. They give their all and their complete commitment to their passion. Their dream.
I believe in dreams.
I believe in love.
I believe in commitment.
What is keeping you from trying to live, shop, be local?