Hello. It’s Belinda.
Have you seen the goodies in the holiday advent calendar? Every day a new toy or treat. Gifts for humans too.
I shouldn’t look but I do.
All I can say is if I had money, I would send an email to Josh and the subject line would be this: “Two words.”
And when he opened the email he’d see “Holiday Healthy Snackers.”
That’s it. He’d know to start packing boxes and when the van was full, send it my way. We’d settle the tab later.
The problem is I don’t have money and that’s why I spent the week “foraging” for lost dollar bills and loose change.
With everything else going on at work I don’t have time for this. Snooping along the baseboards while my roommate is watching her shows.
But I need money for Abigail’s Christmas gift. There’s only about two weeks left to get some cash, buy something special and ship it to her.
I started to panic a few days ago, if you want to know the truth. So I was tearing up the couch, trying to feel behind the cushions for coins. That’s when my roommate walked into the room.
“Belinda! What are you doing?”
I jumped to the floor and stood by the bookcase.
While my roommate pushed the couch cushions back in place, I tried to act casual. like I was looking for a new book to read.
That’s when I saw it.
“Think and Grow Rich.”
A how-to book by a man from the olden days. Napoleon Hill.
When the coast was clear, I pulled it off the shelf.
I spent the rest of the afternoon under the steps working. Whenever I had a break, I took a peek at “Think and Grow Rich.”
Mostly I read the table of contents.
As much as I am a Dale Carnegie fan, I have to admit Napoleon Hill hit a “home run” with this book. In fact, by the end of the day I had a completely new plan for getting money.
And it has nothing to do with looking for dimes behind the water heater.
Instead, it's a little "scheme" that involves the holiday advent calendar. Be sure to click on it next Sunday.
I can’t say anything else about it without “blowing my cover.”
But if you think I’m planning a repeat of the mess from last year, let’s just say I learned my lesson.
And so did my roommate. She keeps her credit card upstairs now.
And I don’t promise record-breaking sales or tell Josh to rent a second warehouse when I have a “big idea.”
As far as I’m concerned, the whole thing was a big misunderstanding. I was just doing my job. While my roommate says I was committing a felony.
There's only one person who can settle this and that's Napoleon Hill.
And if he were around to "weigh in," I think his money would be on me.
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