When Someone Lifted Me
At the age of 29, I found myself broke and unemployed for the second time. I had spent my 20s chasing fortune in the bar, music and real estate businesses. I was couch-surfing at friend's houses, driving a $75.00 per week Rent-a-Wreck rental car in South Florida. The vehicle had one of those doughnut spare tires on one wheel. I was single, and what a catch.
I printed up a new batch of resumes, and started passing them out to people I had met who might be able to give me another chance.
One of these people was Jon Harvey Klasfeld, who I'd met a a Dale Carnegie program. He had been attending the course to help get along better with his family. During the 12 week course, I got to know him a bit and helped him understand and communicate with his son, who was close to my age. Jon was retired, but dabbled in real estate like a lot of retirees do.
When he saw me, he called my into his office and thanked me for the million dollars I had given him for Christmas. Yes, as a gag, I had sent million dollar checks as Christmas cards that year. R-E-A-L M-I-L-I-I-O-N D-O-L-L-A-R Checks. Not voided, not canceled. I thought I'd take "Thanks a Million" to a new level, and I did.
I thought everyone would laugh and take it in the holiday spirit. All my recipients except one understood it was a joke. (I did have one fairly uncomfortable conversation with Atlantic Bank about that one). This is a picture of my Christmas Card that year.
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