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 The future belongs to those who see possibilities before they become obvious.I began Lizard Lick Towing and Recovery in the spring of 1998, using a 1996 Rollback and a plethora of hope and determination. By working on all my own vehicles most of my life, and having to leave college football due to injury, I decided to enter the automotive world and try to find my niche.
Having several years of experience in the sales departments of both new and used vehicles, and working up the ladder to the finance divisions, I had consumed and retained knowledge on almost all aspects of the automotive industry. Still, I felt my mind and talents were not being used fully. I was also a glutton for an adrenaline rush, and had a persona that craves as much of a mental challenge as a physical one, I dove into the world of repossessions. Each day brings a new challenge to the table; each defaulted customer seems to provide a new challenge; and each satisfied account that we service seems to put a glowing stamp on the end of the day. We have always been and will always strive to be a company that focuses on dependability, professionalism and dedication. We treat each account and each repossession with kid gloves, bending to the outermost limits to satisfy the lien holders and performing our duty in the way that they deem appropriate. Each account is different and each lien holder has their preference, so we continually take into account their standards and beliefs while never losing site of our values. I take pride in personally working on every account myself. At this company, it must be a continual team effort.
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 I feel it important in any business or personal relationship to know the person you are about to trust. Though a person's actions will always overpower their verbal manifestations, knowing about the foundation that they have built their life upon will enable one a better spectrum from which to generate a more accurate opinion. I have found this to be true in both business endeavors and matters of true importance.
Money was scarce and days seem to run endlessly together at times, but there was always hope in my mother’s eyes, determination in my dad’s heart and a family that believed in one another. The greatest lessons my father ever taught me was to do what you say you are going to do, because without his word, a man is truly worthless. I have tried to live by that creed most of my life. Aligning it with the fact that I persevere through all of life’s quandaries, I have managed to find something that I truly love doing. Nothing can replace my family and personal life. I am a father of three. I have a wife that stands neither behind nor in front of me, but rather always by my side. I have an inseparable group of friends and a very tight knit family. Being an avid outdoorsman and racing fan, along with my love of sports, there is always an entertaining day awaiting me when I awake, whether it be business or family oriented.
The repossession business has opened a multitude of doors in my life and allows me to continually battle wits with people, as well as physically at times, to obtain the collateral. I once heard it said, a man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do. That’s the cornerstone of my life, and I truly appreciate every day that I get to spend here in this realm doing what I do.
In what little spare time I have left, I find a way to serve Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. Be it working with the youth, doing assemblies, giving motivational speeches or just plain evangelizing. If it were not for Jesus Christ, I would be nothing but a shell of the man that I am today. Hopefully this will allow you just a glimpse into the type of person that I am. My personnal creed: Successful men usually snatch success from seeming failure. If they know there is such a word as defeat, they will not admit it. They may be whipped, but they are not aware of it. That is why they succeed. My favorite inspirational quote: "Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all-the-time thing. You don't win once in a while,you don't do things right once in a while, you do them right all the time. Wining is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing..." |
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Two years ago I had reached the end of my rope, the thread was frayed and my grip was expiring rapidly. I opened an old worn out book, that had been laying around my house for years, As I read the pages one after another I could not stop the flood of tears that emptied from my soul. The chaotic life I had been living seemed aimless and the turmoil that I had learned to accept as normal - it flooded out of my body. I wept with tears of blood into a pool of Salvation, and hit my knees with a determination to find the source. It was in that moment that I met God for a second Time in my life, having ran from him when I was 18. I saw a pasture, and I was standing at it's gate. Below me down the hill was a house with lights blaring and music blasting and joy pouring from all the corners like a wave of serenity. I saw a man at the entrance to this house, with his arms spread, but he would not come up the hill. I begged him to come talk with me but he refused, and simply said come home son, come home. It seemed like days this festival kept going and my hunger grew, but I could not make the journey across the pasture. Each time I would look down the hill, he was still there — with arms open saying come home son, please come home. I looked at my feet and saw that I was now chained to the ground with shackles of self pity, the chains were heavy and each time I tried to free myself from them they tightened around my ankles. Each time I pulled to free myself I became more entangled in the past, my worthlessness, my addictions, the harm I had caused this world, the hearts I had broken, the lives I had shattered, and the people I had ruined. I could see hands at my feet putting on more chains, I could hear voices calling to me from behind the hills to my back.
I looked toward the house and saw the Man, arms still opened, as he spoke again, "Come home NOW son, It's time for you to come home." I finally replied, "But sir, I am worthless, I have wasted my talents, I have thrown my life to the wolves, I have lied, stolen, envied, falsely accused my friends. Sir I have done things from which I cannot return. I have lived in the darkness so long I can no longer see the light, I have wallowed in sin and it now exudes from every pore of my existence, I have danced with the devil and drank from his cup of damnation." There was a long silence, Time seem to stand still, I was watching the man but it seemed he was getting further away, the light was fading and night was again upon us. A cold chill crept through my very being, I felt again alone and desolate, and I could feel the chains at my feet pulling while the voices echoed a sinister laugh. It was at that moment a light brighter than anything I had ever seen appeared. It blinded me, I had to cover my face but it's warmth was indescribable, and the peace that dwelled within it was unquestionable, and then a loud voice bellowed from the house. "I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME, JUST COME HOME, BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU." He then said, "You in the hills, release my child, for he is coming home." The chains exploded from my ankles, the weight of the world fell from my shoulders, the past seemed to not exist and I tore through the gate and sprinted as fast as my legs would move toward the house. I ran into the master's arms, speechless and with tears careening down my cheeks. He simply said, "Welcome home son, welcome home." With that he stepped between me and the pastures with the hills on the other side. I could hear screeching and gnashing of teeth and he said, "This is my child, and his name is forever written in the Lamb's Book of Life. He now has the power over you Satan and all your dominions, over the principalities of darkness." He put himself between me and the pasture. I could see a blood stained cross now at the gate on the top of the hill, and it was the lock that kept the past and the demons associated with it out of the pasture. He held up his hands and said, "Father, your son has come back home. The one sheep was again found, and snatched from the mouths of the wolves." I looked up again and I had fallen to my knees, crying like a newborn baby. My wife was by my side praying. My children were speechless. We were finally all coming home together. So now through my job, I help run The Eastern Chapter of Dirt Church. We stop in the fields, homes, and workplaces to preach the gospel and bring one sheep at a time back across that pasture. We go into the hills with the protection of our God and snatch victory form the well clamped claws of the enemy's grip. NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME, YOU CAN COME HOME. GOD made dirt and Dirt should not hurt. Live the message and preach the blessings. Lizard Lick Dirt Church and Revelation Ron |
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