An excerpt from It’s Never Too Late, by William C. Moss (Glitterati Incorporated, October 2012).
After working with my dad for about a year, I recognized that some of the insecurities and feelings that I had had in my relationship with him as a younger person were reoccurring. There was no real warmth. I did not receive recognition or approval of the work I was doing. I decided that I would go into business for myself. So I moved to Midland, Texas where most of the oil company’s executive offices were.
During the next thirty years my business flourished. I started at the very bottom hawking oil deals that I generated and assembled. I was able to attract outstanding geolo¬gists by giving them a piece of the action. I made enough cash to cover my living expenses and negotiated an interest in each prospect as part of my fee. That was the beginning of my success. My geologist continued working in the Midland office but I moved to Dallas where there was a more active market for my deals. I made lifelong friends in the oil business, had an active social life and a helluva good time. I did not recognize God in my life. My drinking continued.