Born with a Silver Spoon

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Credence blared from the speaker shouting something about "being born with a silver spoon in his mouth." He reflected on it and concluded he was better off than most. Not that he counted on it. He knew how to break down pipe because he had done it. He might have come from money, but he learned right along with those who were so poor they couldn't find a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.

His daddy was the same. A hard working man who didn't care where you came from only that you were honest and genuine. He learned from the man's boots. Together they had taken this one-man prospecting firm to a global oil recovery business. If it needed out of the ground, then they were the team to call.

He drove the truck through the rough road, missed getting stuck in a sand bog, and pulled up to the well construction south of Monahans. The Permian Basin outsmarted even his old man by going from a dried-up mature oil field to a baby field with millions of barrels of oil and gas hiding in unreachable places. Only now they could reach them. Today, it was good to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Day 543: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: born by @mariannewest

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