right to give that work away. I had learned the business from the floor up, from answering desperate calls to keeping three fleets moving when bad weather shut other garages down. Each improvement had been paid for with time and sacrifices I made myself.
Tyler, my younger brother, hadn’t managed even one full working week there.
Still, over Sunday dinner, Dad announced, “Tyler needs a future. You have enough.”
His proposal was simple: sign over half my company to Tyler for a dollar.
I laughed, assuming he couldn’t be serious.
