I love sharing stories almost as much as I love sugar!
Wow, did I say that, really?
YEP
One of my client’s, lets call him Karl, worked for a company awhile back, that gave him a fabulous zip-up black jacket with the logo on the right shoulder. He’d never worn it. He tossed it in the To Go Pile.
I put it on the passenger seat, with a note in the pocket that read “I’m not lost. If you need me, take me, and stay warm.” I drop those items on the back of a folding chair in places downtown like the AA meetings, free clinics, hang ‘em on doorknobs, leave them in gas station bathrooms, and the like.
Rounding the corner, on a gloomy, misty day, I spotted a young guy with a visibly soaked flannel shirt and a sign made from one side of a cardboard box. He's asking for spare cash. I pulled over and say, “Dude, (you have to talk sweet street language) do you wanna jacket?" He shrugged and took it from my outstretched arm.
Then he put it on, zipped it up, and WHAM! It fit like a glove.
He was like the man who saw Jesus. Transformed.
The radiant smile and thumbs UP gesture were outstanding, as I glanced in my rearview mirror.
What a gift that was, to share the story with Karl and his wife, the next time we had a downsizing session.
Wouldn’t you like to have that thrill, the gleam of pleasure, offering up the stuff from your closets, cabinets, cupboards, basement, attic, and making someone feel warm and cozy on a chilly day?
Other than Moose Tracks Ice Cream, there isn’t a better thrill.
Join me.
Call me.
Let me share YOUR story
with others.
And make them want to get rid of shit (I mean valuables) and turn someone’s day around.