The Journey Begins…


Welcome to my blog! My name is Roy Lee Barrett. I am 75 years young. In 1948-1951, I was a “Street Kid” and roamed the streets of downtown Indianapolis like a wild animal. I fended for myself for 2 1/2 years. In 1952, I was caught and put in an orphanage. No child should ever be reared in an orphanage (pictured below).


I grew up there. I joined the US Marines at age 17 and spent 4 years in the infantry. (I did earn 4 years of college from my service). I was always ambitious, hard-working, and gregarious to a fault. This blog is all about me, my life, my feelings, my hopes, my dreams, my mistakes, successes, and my failures. You may not believe these stories, but they are true and verifiable. Life is stranger than fiction! I couldn’t make this stuff up! Some I am proud of and some not so much. I hope you can relate to some of these short true stories. I promise you this—these short stories are true and not embellished in any way.

What makes this blog a bit unique is in the way I will tell my story. It is a series of true short stories that will give you an insight into my soul. If you read them all, then you will know me. You will learn from me. You will laugh at me! You will be sad for me. You may even question my sanity. I know I do!  When I was young I planned on writing a “From-Rags-To-Riches” book when I retired. But no one will buy a “Rags-To-Rags” book! I thought success was becoming a millionaire like in the TV series “The Millionaire.” Well guess what? Like most young, ambitious, and ignorant “Wanna-Be-Rich-Entrepreneurs,” I didn’t quite hit the $1,000,000 goal that I dreamed of! I earned a lot of money but not that much. Darn! As I reached retirement age, I found out success is often not an ending but found in the knowledge accumulated along life’s long journey! In fact, life turns out to be 90% failures to find just about 10% successful endeavors.

It’s not about the money, that’s for sure! READ ON—and we can figure it out together! Enjoy!


My Unbelievable Resume (From 5 Years To 75 Years)

Shined Shoes, Sold Newspapers, Sold Ice Cream, Cut Grass, Delivered Newspapers, Sold Shopping Bags at Christmas Time, Bus Boy at MCL Cafeteria, worked At Indiana’s largest theater, 4 Years in the US Marines, Counselor for Emotionally Disturbed Boys, Jackson Wallpaper Hangers Inc, Eli Lily’s Pharmaceuticals, Precision Rubber Plate, American Alarm, Calderon Brothers Vending, Delivered Greeting Cards, RCA Records, Hubble Metal Corp, ITT Technical Institute Supply Room, Calderon Brothers Water Softeners, Industrial Nucleonics, Decision Data Corp, Special Dispatch Inc., Word Systems (Dictation Computers), AT&T Phone Systems Sales

Businesses I Founded and Owned Outright:

Looking back, this amazes even me!  75 years is a long, long time. I held as many as 3 jobs at once and ran more than one of my businesses at a time. I was a work-a-holic. (I invented that word, LOL). And yes, I’ve had setbacks, including 2 business bankruptcies. Each time, I recovered and prospered… lived and learned! You will never be a failure at anything if you don’t try anything. A real failure in life happens when you get knocked down and refuse to get back up! I was really good at getting up!

This makes me a Jack of all trades, right?!

You can’t fault me for not trying! Remember, I started with nothing, provided my wife and 3 children with a good life and had sooo much fun doing it! You get to share in that story via this blog. So, learn from my mistakes and successes and have fun!

I didn’t go from rags to financial riches. I did go from rags to an exciting, adventurous, challenging, and fun life! I am sooo thankful. I am sooo blesses to live in America, where dreams can come true with a lot of hard work, a little luck, persistence, and dedication! I don’t have enough room here to count my blessings!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton


One thought on “The Journey Begins…

  1. After reading 5 stories, I’ve noticed a few typos. You say “stuffed pig”. I thought it was “stuck pig”. You need a proof reader. How can you say that the best time in your life was when you were Elvis. What about when you got married? When each child was born? When your mom visited you at the orphanage?
    I don’t understand February in Russia. Surely Feb (and March) are frozen in Russia. Shouldn’t he have gone in April and out by Nov 1?
    Still enjoy your stories, even with a few imperfections


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