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    The Pear Tree Principle
    The Pear Tree Principle
    The Pear Tree Principle
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    The Pear Tree Principle

    By Mary E Schon

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    An inspirational true story of a young girl living in poverty, whose life was forever changed by a basic truth she learned from a simple pear tree growing in her own backyard. This lesson led to intrigue that eventually took and transformed her from a life of poverty to wealth and success in every facet of her life. She now shares with you and guides you step by step on a journey that will tell you exactly what to do to duplicate this kind of success in your own life with little or no investment on your part. A must read for any entrepreneur or anyone wanting to become one.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateOct 11, 2019
    ISBN9781645845614
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      The Pear Tree Principle - Mary E Schon

      Chapter 1

      The Story

      Somewhere deep within each one of us lies the desire to achieve a particular goal or plateau at some point during our lifetime. Many of us know exactly what we want and have outlined steps or methods of how to achieve it. And then there are those of us who think we know what we want but have no real plan for obtaining it.

      Many goals in life center around some type of achievement that has a financial reward. Most of us are profit-oriented and the potential for monetary remuneration is our reward for a successful game plan.

      There is no shame in profit if it is made honestly and legally. In fact, it is the essence of the American dream. The school system attempts to teach us to read, write, and do mathematics; however, an unfortunate fact is that most educators have no practical experience in profit-making. Most underpaid members of the learned staff are satisfied with their ten- or twenty-year status, and dedicated or not, they merely attempt to bring their students to a literate level. This is but a step on the stairway to financial independence.

      Because of the economy, inflation, and lifestyles, our dollars do not stretch very far. Most of the time we struggle from payday to payday in hopes of some great miracle. We make the rent or house payment, the car payment, the doctor bill, the groceries, education for our children, numerous taxes, and insurance bills, and before long, it is all gobbled up. The ambiguity of dreams of a better way some time in the future must be replaced by a plan of action with definite goals and a timetable for their achievement. In order to change this dilemma, it is necessary to change our thinking. We must maintain a positive attitude. With determination and enthusiasm, we can move mountains.

      Now, I am sure that you are thinking that The Pear Tree Principle is an odd title for this book, but let me assure you that this is the beginning of an extraordinary venture that shaped my life forever.

      You see, many years ago, when I was a small child, there was this beautiful and lofty pear tree in our backyard. Most people would view it as a nuisance and a place for birds and squirrels to dine.

      As a child of about nine years old, I’d often sit on the backstairs of our house and gaze up at that tree as I watched the pears mature and get ready for harvest. My grandmother would often take some of these delicious ripe pears and can them so they would, in a sense, last all year.

      You see, we were very, very poor. Mom and Dad and I and my grandma all lived squeezed together in a very small five-hundred-square-feet bungalow. My dad was also supporting his widowed mother and his sister and her child. We survived on bare necessities. I knew I was poor when my grandmother sewed little dresses for me made from my dad’s worn-out work shirts. We had a small garden and canned vegetables to last us through the winter. And although my mother worked, she was burdened with many hospital and doctor bills from serious surgeries that she had gone through.

      Life was rough for us. I had no toys as other children, except for a little red wagon someone gave me. I had to go to other kids’ homes and play with their toys and games, and sad to say, the kids at my school often made fun of me as I was not dressed as well, nor did I have the things in life they had. I became almost a recluse, not able to participate in the things other kids did. I became very shy and withdrawn.

      I remember dreaming of having a swing set like the neighbor kids. Dad said it was not affordable, so he got an old tire and rope and tied it to a tree and told me that was my swing.

      And for Christmas one year, all I got was one rubber bouncing ball. There were no charitable organizations back in those days to provide any help whatsoever. You just accepted the fact of poverty and tried to live with it best you can.

      I was sooo skinny back then—only weighed thirty-seven pounds in the third grade.

      My dad worked nights, and Mom worked days, and Grandma lived with us and watched me in between times. One day, as I sat there in my backyard looking up at that old pear tree, an astounding thought came over me.

      I said to myself, That pear tree can make me some money. The wheels in my head began spinning faster than lightning.

      I picked up a few pears and saw how good they were—ripe, juicy, and tasteful. I put what I could in a few small market baskets and proceeded to climb and shake the tree so I could get more. I began filling many baskets and then loaded them into my little red wagon. I thought if Grandma liked them for canning and making pie, then other neighbor ladies would as well.

      So with hope in my heart, I proceeded with my little red wagon and baskets of pears on a door-to-door sales effort.

      Surprisingly, many of the ladies bought from me, and I felt this was the richest I had ever been. I went back to the tree and continued to get more pears until the tree was almost depleted for the season. I continued to sell, sell, and sell.

      Now, I said to myself, What can I do with this money as a reinvestment? I thought and thought, and finally an idea hit me that was astounding. I felt I could use this money to create a new avenue and advance my little business plan.

      So…I went to Woolworth’s five-and-ten-dime store and saw the perfect idea for a new business venture.

      There in the crafts department, I saw a loom and some colorful loops that could be woven into potholders. It was worth a try, and I was willing to invest my money to take the risk. So I purchased the loom and various colors of both cotton and nylon loops and began my potholder business.

      I discovered I could combine various colors and designs of all types, and they were really very attractive and appealing. I would make them in sets of two and sell them accordingly. Remember, I was just a child but felt sales of this product was quite appealing to the ladies in my area. I started with known customers that bought pears from me and expanded these sales by asking if they had any relatives or friends that would like designer potholders. I also suggested they would make great gifts.

      I sent samples of my work with my mother who showed them to people where she worked, and my orders were coming in. Each time I made a sale, I reinvested in more new loops and various colors. I also experimented with various designs.

      This all started with that pear tree, and suddenly I realized…you could take almost anything and turn it into something.

      So this is how the plan to erase poverty from my life evolved. I decided that never again would I want to be poor, deprived, and looked down upon. And it seemed like I was attracted to sales—but how could I ever know that sales would eventually shape my life into a full-time career?

      Chapter 2

      Trying to Earn More Income

      Iwas now in late grade school, and I earned some money by babysitting little kids on my block. I also inherited an old piano from my grandparents and taught myself how to play it.

      I learned enough to be able to play chords and soon found myself being asked by the pastor at my church to play organ music for two services a day. I would have done it for free, but he paid me approximately $40 per month.

      High school was just around the corner, and I was about to meet new classmates and teachers. I was hoping to pull myself out of the rut I had been in during my earlier childhood. The school was small, and I liked all my teachers and newfound friends. My grades were always excellent as I wanted to excel and, of course, make my parents proud of me. I earned National Honor Society for all four years of high school, and I felt that I needed to continue earning somehow as my parents were still struggling.

      After enrolling in school, I went downtown and applied for a job at a local movie theater. I was hired to work from 5:30 to 9:00 p.m. at the concession stand, popping and selling popcorn, pop, and candy.

      Since I got out of school at 3:00 pm, I had time to kill, so I applied at a local florist downtown and got a job from 3:15 to 5:15 p.m. at $1.00 per hour.

      I was now working two jobs, going to school, keeping my grades on honor roll status, and walking home (sometimes

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