The Profits are in the Cards

Last week we left off with: "My profits became quite slim on some deliveries, so I became discouraged and decided not to sell Grit anymore. Next I decided to sell greeting cards." ----------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- And now continuing: I ordered them from the back of a comic book. I got a sample box to show people and some order forms. I took the box to all the neighbor's doors and spent most of the day doing this. I would then go out every day for a bit to get more orders. People seemed to like ordering greeting cards and I did get some orders. I probably knocked on 100 doors or more and I met a lot of interesting people doing this. I was only about 11 years old at the time, so everytime someone answered the door they would first look out over my head, and then act like they saw a mouse when they looked down to see me. I was unusually small for my age. By age 12 I was barely 4 feet tall and 55 pounds. So I am sure most people thought I was only about 7 years old. Most people were quite polite and would look at the cards. There were others that seemed to have a need for Prozac, but that was not due to be invented yet till 1980. I remember approaching one house with green outdoor carpet on the porch surrounded by wrought iron railing and neatly trimmed hedges. I knocked on the door. I could hear thundering foot steps inside, and a muttering that started low and increased in strength until I made out, "These *&5< kids why do they have to ^%#* bother me!" I was confident I would win the sale anyway. The door jerked open, in the shadowy light of the doorway I could barely make out the face of a very angry elderly woman. Lines accentuated all the features on her face, and her gray hair was pulled tightly back. "Go away!" she bellowed and slammed the door shut. Well. Maybe I can get her next time. I continued around the blocks until I came by the house with the angry box again. Well, I don't have Grit to sell this time. Maybe the box would like some greeting cards. I walked slowly up the steps and approached the sleeping box. I gazed at it for a while. The shiny metal with the red button was immensely interesting. I pushed the button. You can read all the chapters of "How To Be an Entrepreneur" by going to http://salessuccessmagazin e.com. These stories are copyrighted by Timothy L. Drobnick Sr. 1995 thru 2005. Any person using this article must publish it without modification and include authors bio and links.