Dear John,
My jaw dropped when he said it.
I was just a few years out of college and I had just wrapped up a breezy round of golf with dad.
“Believe it or not, it’s true,” dad said with a smile, as he eased back in his chair sitting directly across from me.
We were enjoying lunch in the late fall weather on the patio at dad’s home course.
I had never known my father to quit anything, but that day, on that patio, I would learn just how much perseverance Dad actually had.
“I seriously entertained the idea of packing it all in, but I had a true believer on my side and it changed everything...”
This memory popped into my mind recently.
You see, we’ve been reorganizing our archives here at Ziglar HQ, and a new discovery sparked this story and got me thinking about what a truly incredible journey Dad had.
Over the next couple of days, I’d like to pass along the story he shared with me that day.
You see, when my family moved to Dallas, Texas in 1968- Dad was moving us there for the sole purpose of being a motivational speaker with an upstart company he had partnered with.
Well, those plans quickly fell through as the company didn’t last, so Dad was left scrambling a bit.
As anyone with bills to pay and a family to feed knows, the pressure began to mount...quickly...
And one day, he received an invitation.