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in the 1970s, there were two places I did not wantto go. One was my I did not have an MP3 player ora computer, and my prizw possession — a black-and-white RCA televisiob — was off limits. The second place was Mr. Lecci’sz office at school because he had a paddle and was not afraidc touse it. Thank God, I only made one trip thered — after throwing a classmate inthe mud. When I saw that enormouds pieceof wood, my lightning-fast mind told me I never wantedr to be sent there again. When other classmateas would ask me about the trip to his I would simply respondby saying, “I don’g want to go there.
” In business and sales there are many different theorieas about voice mail, but I can tell you my attitudde is no different than the one I had towarc Mr. Lecci’s office: I don’t want to go When I’m asked, “Dok you want to go to voice mail?” I turn into the Fonz from “Happ y Days” and just say, “Hey, whoa.”
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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