Who are these contacts?
They are the acquaintances you make as you travel through life. They are
your classmates, your teammates, your parents' friends and your friends'
parents. They are the people you meet at camp, at church, at the mall, etc.
In the future, these contacts will become your clients, your customers,
your colleagues, your employers and your solutions to problems. They will
be your advisors, your mentors and your friends. You will learn from them,
and lean on them. These are contacts. They are not connections. They are
not people you meet, use and then throw away. These are contacts and your
relationship with them is a two-way street. You will help them and they
will help you.
Quite simply, these contacts are your future.
When should you begin making these contacts? Today. Tomorrow is too
late. Don't waste today. There will always be another tomorrow to
experience new things. But once today has become yesterday, you can't get
it back. Those 24 hours are gone for good. Yesterday is only as good as how
it was used when it was today.
One of society's greatest myths is the belief that contacts are only
made between adults. The average person believes this to be true. The
average person is wrong, and this book is not about being average.
When I was 19, I left school for the third time. My grades were good,
but I was bored. Sound familiar? I was scared to death to tell my parents
that I had left school again. The first couple of times I quit weren't so
tough, because I always knew I'd go back. But, when I left for the third
time I knew I was done. I put off telling my parents for several weeks. By
the time I finally got the nerve to break the news, they had already
figured it out. My dad took me to breakfast one Saturday morning, which was
a tradition whenever I was home for the weekend. After breakfast, he pulled
into the parking lot at his office and parked his little green Toyota as
far from the entrance as possible. I had a feeling we weren't going into
the office for coffee and donuts.
Radio off. Ignition off. Windows down. When the windows went down, I
knew I was in for the long haul. This was his favorite place to give a
lecture, so I just sat back and prepared to take my medicine. I will spare
you the agony of the next 60 minutes, and just share a few of his thoughts.
He reminded me that my grandfather had been an attorney. He didn't have
to remind me that he was also an attorney. Nor did he have to remind me
that I was his oldest son, had been blessed with a good mind and had a real
future in the legal profession. No, he really didn't need to refresh my
memory on any of these issues, but he did.
His final remarks were, "You don't know what you're going to do. You
don't even know where you're going to do it. And now, you won't even have a
college education. What if things don't work out for you? What will you
fall back on?"
"Fall back." Those two words stuck in my mind like a bad dream. I
wondered if he thought I was doomed to fail at whatever I did next. I knew
my father was disappointed. But as I would learn later in life,
disappointment is something we all have to deal with occasionally.
At my house, when you were out of school you were out of the house. It's
not like my parents threw my stuff out into the street, but they did give
me a "departure date." Hello real world. Even worse, I was officially off
the parental payroll. Sounded brutal to me at the time, but nothing could
have been better for my future.
Since I had no money, no job and no plan, I did the most practical thing
I could think of. I went on a road trip to Florida. I've never believed
that worrying could solve a single problem. On the other hand, I've always
believed that thinking can solve almost anything. What better place to
think than the beaches of Florida?
As I stretched out by the pool at the Ramada Resort on Fort Walton
Beach, I looked up at the ocean-side hotel rooms and tried to imagine what
they were like. I could only imagine, since I had actually spent my last
few dollars to stay at a fleabag motel across the street. Okay, so I snuck
into the Ramada Resort that day. Give me a break. I had some heavy thinking
to do, and I didn't believe a fleabag motel was a very good place to think.
Before I had time to start my heavy thinking, I noticed a guy walking
toward my chair. I just knew he was with hotel security and that he was
coming to kick me off the property. I made the transition from thinking to
worrying in about four seconds.
To my great surprise, he called me by my name. Now I felt like a real
criminal. Not only was he going to kick me out, but he knew who I was. How
embarrassing! The sun was in my eyes, so I couldn't see the guy's face. I
was expecting handcuffs but got a handshake instead. His name was David
Brantley. He was from Louisiana and had just started a company that
specialized in the construction of tennis courts. His company was young but
growing. He explained that his background was in construction, but he
needed some help. He needed a link to the tennis community. David Brantley
had the knowledge. He needed contacts, and fortunately, I had made lots of
those.
I was only 19, but I had spent the past six years criss-crossing the
country playing tennis. As I traveled, I met hundreds of people from all
walks of life. I had filled my address book with the names, addresses and
phone numbers of everyone I met, both young and old. This was one piece of
advice that I took from my parents.
I got excited as David and I talked about the company he had started. I
couldn't stop thinking about that Saturday morning in the parking lot with
my dad. I couldn't wait to call him. It had taken me a couple of weeks, but
now I had an answer to his question. I would "fall back" on the contacts I
had spent so many years making and developing.
I did fall back on those contacts, and I did work with David Brantley -
for 13 great years. We built a multimillion-dollar company that installed
tennis courts, running tracks, and yes, even playground surfaces.
Throughout my career, I always looked to my contacts for their advice,
support and help. I could not have succeeded without them.
Isn't it amazing that David Brantley and I were in the same city, at the
same pool, on the same day? Not really. I don't believe in coincidences.
But he knew my name when he saw me at the pool. How do you explain that?
That's easy. I met David Brantley in Dallas, Texas, when I was 15. We met
through a mutual friend.
Who would have thought we would meet again, five years later? Who would
have thought we would work together for 13 years? Who would have thought we
would build a multimillion-dollar company together?
If you had told me then that I could meet someone when I was 15 with
whom I would later build a multimillion-dollar company, I would have
laughed in your face. If you told me that same story today, we could laugh
together - all the way to the bank.
What happened to me happens to lots of people. And yes, it could easily
happen to you.
The formula is pretty simple: success = knowledge + skills + people. The
more people you meet, the better your chances of succeeding will be,
regardless of which career you ultimately choose.
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