Back when I was 18 years old I went to ‘fcuk up’ school…
I didn’t intentionally go.
And I wasn’t always happy to be there.
But it was exactly what I needed as a lost teen with no game plan..
All I cared about was ice hockey.
So I headed to the home of hockey, Canada, with less than a few quid to my name.
When I got there I realised that I needed a job.
Quick.
And in walks Fcuk Up School…
These were some of my fellow students…
There was Rick, a recovering and relapsing addict.
There was Al, a high school dropout, swimming dangerously close to prison.
There were the twins (Blake & Blaine,) who liked to party hard and steal stuff.
And then there was the boss who corralled us all, Brad.
A former jailbird with a deep love for country music.
Hard work was the order of the day…
Up at the crack of dawn… drive the ancient Dodge van with a bullet hole in the side…. sweat your balls off pouring concrete.
Rinse and repeat for 6 days a week.
And as we sweated Brad drip, drip, dripped his life lessons on us.
Whether you wanted to hear them or not.
And via osmosis…eventually… something clicked.
I stopped wanting a job and started wanting a business.
I built something of my own, despite my family not supporting it.
I know the words to every Johnny Cash song going.
So this week, I urge you to get a ‘Brad” in your corner.
Get yourself around men who will steer you down the right path – whether you like what they say, or not.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.
Charlie Hutton
