I was born an “Entrepreneur” the awareness of my creativity came to the surface when I was seven…

It was the summer of 1967 I was a freckled fiery redhead with two large teeth in front. I had a love for trees, flowers, vegetable gardens, ponds, frogs, tadpoles, animals and dirt in general. My cousin Jeff lived down the road a few houses and it didn’t take long for us to become the best neighborhood friends. Jeff had a passion for growing things, anything that he could put into the ground and water was a fun mystery to him.

Jeff and I had this crazy idea to plant seedling trees in our back yards. Ha! Ha! I will never forget the lessen I learned from this experience.  I had to came up with a plan to talk with dad about using his garden to plant trees and not veggies. I was so full of ambition with bright snappy dark brown eyes and a goofy smile he just had to say, “YES” and of course he did!

Dad squared the garden with stakes and string so Jeff and I could work up the ground and get it ready for planting. It took us a couple of days with the hoe, rack and shovel, but we got the job done. Next, Jeff and I road our bikes down to the covered bridge, where I was always afraid our car would fall through, because it had old wooden planks for a road. This is where we pulled up little maple seedling trees and carefully put them in a basket to take them back home.

For the next few days Jeff and I worked on planting as many trees in dads garden as possible. We had the trees all lined up in perfectly spaced rows. I had fallen completely in love with gardens and growing plants just like my cousin. With a little loving care, water, sun and dark dirt, a plant will grow…what a pure delightful mystery!

Dad sat back in his yard chair and watched all summer long as I worked the ground to keep weeds from growing. I remember digging a trench that weaved in-between every row, and around the outer boarders so I could ran water down the trench with the garden hose as my irrigation system. Jeff and I watched how every seedling responded to my dedicated love for my trees.  Not one of them died they all made it through the drama of getting up rooted and replanted.

By the end of the summer they had grown strong, but still didn’t have much bark on their trunks. When the leaf raking season came we covered my trees with the leaves to protect them through the cold winter months.  Nobody and I mean nobody walked in that corner of the yard in the winter in fear of hurting my dormant trees.

Fast forward to the summer of 1969

Yes, my beloved maple trees were still growing in the garden and I’m loving them more now then ever! My poor dad had no idea what he was getting himself into, two summers earlier when he said “yes” to a summer of tree planting. Dad never thought that it would hold my attention for half a summer let alone two more years. What I’ve learned years latter was in 1967 the natural born “entrepreneur” in me was already manifesting it’s self. I had vision; I could see the whole picture; I had perseverance; I had a hard work ethic; I planned my work and worked my plan; I had passion; I had the belief in myself, and a God that would make all things happen when there is faith!

How did this all come to an end? Well… I’m almost to a whisper because I was not prepared for what happened. All I can remember was mom and I went shopping for a few hours on a Saturday. When we got home all my beloved maple trees (they were 3-4 foot tall) where burnt but three , yes dad burned and destroyed my trees. Dad took the best three out of the whole bunch (I had a few dozen) and transplanted them in the back yard where two are still there to this day, (one was taken out for a swimming pool some years latter). I remember screaming and running to Jeff’s house across the neighborhood yards, I grabbed Jeff in tears in a complete panic asking him, “is there something we can do to make my trees come back to life?”  We did try Ha! Ha! (yes I’m laughing) it was final, the trees where gone, but the experience is still with me today!

I remember telling Jeff when we were trying to doctor them back to life. “We could have sold them like a real tree farm and made some money” (an entrepreneur mindset at the age of 9) or “we could have planted each one back into the woods where they belong” (the love of giving back to mother earth). Needless to say I forgave my dad and I’m so thankful he saved 3 for the back yard. If dad knew back then, what I know now, the money that would have been made from selling the trees, if invested properly at the age of 9 would have set a different course of life for me and my family.

The truth is, I’m blessed beyond measure for the wealth and health that I and my family have! I thank God every morning and evening for the privilege to live a FREE lifestyle.  I am now currently building an International business that will pay forever and one day my grandkids will inherit the wealth.

If you would like to know more about my business and want to build a legacy of wealth and health for your family please contact me HERE and make sure you leave me YOUR contact information and I will get back with you!

For the love of trees!

Debby Beachy

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