I remember scraping money together as a young lad for on occasions our little group would get together to visit different restaurants in the area. It wasn’t that often, but when we did we always tried to select a different one to discover the tastes and flavors of specialty foods from around the world.
These were special times indeed as we all dined and talked about things of life. We would sit there sometimes for hours and enjoy our own company along with the ambiance of the establishment we chose that night.
Dave was especially interested in the quality of the different breads we shared as it seemed that he was in very deep thought with each bite he took. I remember him trying to just get a taste of each desert on the desert tray, with the waitresses dismay of course. There was just something about baked goods that made his eyes light up.
As we all finished High School and set off into the world Dave ended up taking a job in local construction. The work was hard, but it paid a better than average salary for a man his age. Even with enough weekly pay to set out on his own he made the decision to stay behind and live with his parents. Eventually his dad allowed him to do some of his construction work by setting up a small room in the basement.
Dave one day made a decision that his true passion was built around the that delicious bread and pastries he would taste on occasions and made a commitment that he would find a way to dedicate his life to his passions. So he did what any young man would do when feeling a calling… He started to bake. He read book after book and even purchased courses on DVD in which he watched over and over again. On his days off he would utilize Mom’s kitchen to experiment with different items of the baking world and repeated them over and over again until he found perfection in his projects.
During this time he was able to save almost 70% of his paycheck each week and carefully set up a savings plan. Even with paying room and board and money for food to his parents, his currently meager lifestyle allow for great savings. While the rest of up were partying and having a good time going to concerts and clubs Dave remained behind and found little pleasure in anything other than baking.
He started baking so much that he could no longer find ways of getting rid of the products of his master and found himself throwing much of it away. He didn’t want to stop baking so instead he found ways of giving his products away. One day he walked into a senior living center with an array of sweet splendors and asked if you could donate some of his tasty treats to the Center. It wasn’t long before all the residents got to know Dave as he walked in every two weeks with trays of love. There were pastries, cookies, cakes and pies carefully placed on large pizza trays. His visits became one of the highlights at that senior center.
His stays became longer as many of the residents enjoyed talking with him. A couple of retired business owners took a special interest in Dave as they talked about their life in business. Dave learned a great deal about the business world and devised a plan to eventually open his own bakery right here in the town he grew up in.
As the years went past there wasn’t a person in town that didn’t know of Dave’s craft. No matter where we went he left behind samples of his baked goods. He continued to save and developed a special relationship with one of the financial employees at his local bank. Between the two of them he was able to devise a plan to build that bakery of his dreams.
Today Dave arrives at his bakery at 3:00 AM to prepare all of the products he needs for the day. He is doing well as he has taken on help and made the decision to pay them well. People come from miles away and whenever there is catering to be done for a party Dave’s Bakery is always the first name on their lists. The most important thing is that Dave jumps out of bed each morning and cannot wait to be involved in his lifelong passion.
How rare it is today that we find anyone who can define their passions as well as Dave has done. We all have them and know exactly what they are but somewhere along the way we are sent in different directions and get confused. The truth is that the very same passion will live with us always until we discover a way to cultivate it.
When I was a kid I always wanted to be…