I'm in the mood to write a story...a Christmas story perhaps (or holiday story for my Jewish friends out there in blog-ville)...it's a story about a struggling salesperson...he's on the edge, struggling, worried, freaking out about the future, etc...when he finds himself on a lonely late-night drive going back to his home in Minneapolis after yet another unsuccessful sales call in Des Moines...on the way back, he's caught in a blinding snow storm and is forced off the main highway and onto a side road...his situation grows more dire when he slides off the road and into a field.
His car is damaged...his cell phone is dead, he's not dressed for the weather...and the snow and cold are descending quickly...so he trudges toward the light of a small farm house...where he meets an old man who takes him in...the old man listens to his story and proceeds to show him a set of 3 eyeglasses...each with a mystical quality that enable the person that puts them on to see life in entirely new ways...the salesperson is forever changed by what he sees through these glasses and sets himself on a course of great success and personal fulfillment.
Perhaps in reading the story, you too will be changed by seeing what the salesperson sees?
Stay tuned as I'll be writing it in serial fashion starting next week...get the popcorn and hot-buttered rum ready.
