I first met Junior when I moved to Albuquerque after graduating college. He was kind enough to give me a job and take me under his wing. I hold the highest regard for not only him, but his family as well:
"I am in a community now. That's what has been missing. But now I have it. And I am more than ready." There is not a more fit person than Junior to help execute an idea I have been pushing. I am one hundred percent convinced he is the guy. It is of the highest importance he understand my belief.
"I understand what you are saying, but it takes money. It's money that neither one of us have," he responds. I agree, it will take money to execute, but money is not what I am looking for from him. It's his expertise I crave - "Look," I say intently to him, "All I want you to do is come to North Las Vegas and look at what I am saying. If you don't see what I see, that's okay. But you must come look." We've had this talk before, and it was never right for him, but now things are changing. He is beginning to realize the potential in what I am saying.
"Okay, you've convinced me. Let me talk with Brenda and we will pencil in a time soon to come out and see you." I hold my hand over the phone as not to scream in his ear like a giddy school girl. I pump my fist a number of times in the air as if I had hit a game winning shot. I then compose myself and say - "Thank-you, when you see what I am saying. I guarantee you will understand."
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