When I was nineteen, my father decided to kick me out of our home. He dragged my clothes, my work boots, my cheap laptop, and a precious photograph of my mother into our backyard. He threw my belongings into a metal barrel and set them on fire because I had decided to attend a trade program in Columbus. He told me this destruction was the consequence of disobeying his strict expectations. Fortunately, I had already packed my important documents and savings into a car belonging to my friend Nate. I watched my possessions burn and promised myself I would never misuse power the way my father did. Nate drove me to Columbus that same evening with only forty three dollars and a backpack to my name. I focused entirely on survival by sleeping on couches and taking daytime demolition jobs while attending my classes at night. I learned the construction trade by watching experienced workers frame houses and patch roofs in extreme weather conditions. By the time I turned twenty four, I earned my professional license and started my own company named Hayes Restoration and Build. My business steadily grew as I specialized in fixing neglected and damaged properties that other contractors refused to repair.
My life came full circle when I saw my childhood house listed for a tax auction. My father had fallen deeply behind on his property taxes, leaving the house in need of serious repairs. I attended the small auction and successfully purchased the property without any hesitation. I drove to the house that afternoon, took a picture of myself standing in front of the leaning porch, and mailed it to my father. I called him shortly after and instructed him to check his mailbox. When he angrily called back demanding answers, I reminded him about my promise regarding the proper use of power.