afraid of was already beginning to happen — I wasn’t making any money, I was miserable, the employees hated me — it was terrible.” “What did you do?” Bill asked. “Well, I don’t know if you’re a religious man — I am — but when you give yourself to your faith, you have to give up all control. It’s hard to give it up, because you’re afraid of what you’re going to miss. But then you realize.” “Realize what?” “You realize that the control you thought you had was nothing — it’s a joke. We have so little control over our destiny that it’s unbelievable. Sure, you can decide whether you watch a TV show or take a drink, but the big things, like who you fall in love with, how long you live or who your parents are — the biggies — you have absolutely no control over them.” “So, what did you do?” “I decided to trust.” “Trust anyone to do anything with your company?” “Absolutely not,” Buck said. “Don’t confuse competence with integrity. I wouldn’t expect a person with no training to run my cash register. They need to be trained, and until they can do it right, we keep watching and training ’em. What I can expect is that, once they learn how to run the register, they’ll be honest and not steal. Simple as that.” “So, you trust your employees with your money. You’re in a cash business — a few dollars could be stolen.” “Could be, but it doesn’t happen here. Linda and Ernie handle my money, put it in a cardboard box, wrap a rubber band around it 20