Matt Bevin’s Humble Roots

A farm boy from a small town, Matt Bevin knows what it means to struggle.  His rise from a rural farm boy to a successful businessman reminds us of the promise of America, a land where, with hard work, anything is still possible.

In 2008, a business publication reported on how Matt Bevin’s rough, early years forged his current character:

…Bevin gave up the lucrative job with Invesco in favor of following his dream to start a firm.

And he worked long hours to grow the firm, which he started by recruiting five former asset managers from Cleveland-based National City Corp. despite having no customers.

This year, the firm — with $1.8 billion in assets under management — was the only Louisville company to crack Inc. magazine’s list of the 500 fastest-growing private companies during the past three years.

Although Bevin, 41, seems all business, he also exudes a friendly and humorous side, jokingly describing himself as “just a little country rube who grew up in the sticks,” who worked hard and read as often as possible to be successful.

He also talks often of life outside the walls of his corner office at One Riverfront Plaza and about his desire to make an impact on those in the world who are not as “truly blessed” as he has been.

In the little spare time he has between work and helping raise five young children, he has dedicated his life to helping those less fortunate and institutions and people who have touched his life or helped him reach the point he has.

In the little spare time he has between work and helping raise five young children, he has dedicated his life to helping those less fortunate and institutions and people who have touched his life or helped him reach the point he has.

That list is a long one for an executive who grew up in a small, rural town in northern New England, making do in an eight-person family in a small farmhouse with one bathroom and no central heat.

A mantra among Bevin and his three brothers and two sisters was, “It’s character-building,” a phrase their father, who worked at a wood mill, often used to describe situations that were difficult yet uncontrollable.

“It was like I grew up in the 1850s or something,” he said with a smile, adding that from a very young age the children’s chores included gathering wood for the stoves, eggs and milk for dinner and “dispatching” the family’s chickens with an ax so they could have dinner.

“Most people who know me don’t know this,” he said. “And the ones who do can’t believe it. … My greatest pet peeve is still wasted food.”

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