Answered the Call

I tried everything I could, on my own.

They said I couldn't do it...

The bank turned me down so many times, they see me passing and go:
Brandi, what do you want? Whatever it is… No! Not a chance! No!

I’d say, hey I was just trying to get to the trashcan. I had to pass your door.

I didn’t see what the problem was. It’s not like I was asking for a hand out, I was asking for a hand up.

I needed $1,800 to get started. I wanted buy more books, bookmarks, posters, among other little things. It's my career.

Most great businesses fail in their first year because lack of capitol.

Not this one. I refuse to fail. I knew what I needed and instead of giving up. I improvised. I picked up my cell phone and went down the list.

I got 18 friends who invested in me. (Well, it took only 10 to get to the amount I needed) And Within 3 days, I had pledges for all of the money! :-)

One of My friends joked that he should hurry and win the lottery so I don't have to ask so many "little" people for help.

Sure, some big shot millionaire can just give it to me. And I’ll be an instant success. All over the place. Quick.
But the gift is: can you get 18 people to believe in you, when you have nothing?

Thank you for believing in me.

My heart is full.


P.S. A lesson revised.
Do not ever ask rich people for money. Poor people will get together and help yo’ ass.

It’s more of them anyway.
B nice.

How Many Books?

You ever played Spades? Good! Then you know how the game goes...
Wednesday, A lady asked me, why don’t you go on the Daily Buzz?
You’re doing pretty well, she said.

I appreciate her recognizing my hard work and the growth of my book, Crumb Snatchers.

Then she fired off a list of things I should be doing to further the growth.
She meant well. She wants to see me live nicely.

Before anyone else starts…

I’ve thought about these things. Even romanced the ideas.
I like the morning show the Daily Buzz. I like Kia Malone, the host.
I’m trying to accomplish goals. I need to better my infrastructure before I take that step.

It’s not fear. Or carelessness.
A lot of the things I’m doing, (which may seem like a hard, alternate route) I have to do.

I am playing my cards. I didn’t get any Spades or big face cards this hand.

Like, I would like to eat a tender, honey-glazed rack of ribs and buttered, cheese potatoes, but I had to microwave up two scrambled eggs last night. No rice. Drink water.

I don’t ride with the windows down all the time – wind batting me in the face – because I like it; the a/c in my car is broke.

I didn’t put that old shirt on because I liked it or it was my favorite, it was the best one I could salvage.

I don’t necessarily like going to the laundry mat with the drunk, smelly (sometimes bloodied) bums but I need clean clothes.

I liked the cable, I had.

I like champaign too. But this Kool-Aid will just have to do.

And Brandi does not turn down help.
If Brian Harris (owner of BMW) came to me with an offer, I will not turn him down.
You will not hear, No, thank you Sir. Let me go home and think about taking this fully-loaded, limited 2011. Peanut butter ostrich leather seats.

I’m being patient. Putting my funds behind my dreams.
Playing my hand the best way I know how.
I’m going to let my partner across the table, God pick up the books.
When we called the number of possible books I said none, He told me just play He had me.

When the time for the big show comes, I’ll be ready!