O  N  C  E       A       S  U  C  K  E  R.               .               .

I just did a

R                 E                 W                  I                 N                 D

It’s just been a year ago that I was a full-fledge-card-carrying

S               U               C               K               E               R

and more.                    .                .

became one again and again and again

ON   110%   INTENTIONAL    PURPOSE

for no other reason than

J     U     S    T          B     E     C     A     U     S     E

So.        .        .

Just what kind of a

S          U          C          K          E          R

are you?

Just a year ago

I sold my 2007 Honda Civic to a young 19 year old man

and financed it for him;

It took him nearly 6 months to pay me back in full.          .          .

but he did.          .          .

G R A N T E D:

Out of all of the jobs I’ve had in my life

and out of some of the ones I still wouldn’t mind having.       .       .

the safest bet is me not becoming

A       U  S  E  D       C  A  R       S  A  L  E  S  M  A  N

.        .        .ironically

I became a maverick  free-agent

U  S  E  D       C  A  R       S  A  L  E  S  M  A  N

For four years

my 2007 Honda Civic sat in our driveway

and because of Erin’s bouts of epilepsy

it was  doubtful she will be driving anytime soon.     .     .

Hence, the sale of the Honda;

I had many leads

but there was one young man, who after test driving the car

sent me a text:

R   E   M   E   M   B   E   R:

I never wanted to be a

U   S   E   D       C  A  R       S  A  L  E  S  M  A  N.       .       .

I thought then
I THINK NOW:

There’s three kind of people in the world:

A  SUCKER

.     .     .literally being taken in and discarded without any second thought

A  SAVOR’ER

One who sucks every lick of sweetness

and leaves not one slurp of tastiness behind.     .     .

A CHEWER

one who gobbles everything and everyone up in its wake

so you can get to the NEXT  ONE

.       .       .just what kind of   S U C K E R

are You.       .       .       ?

If this blog post

was a determining factor of what this

sorry excuse of a

U S E D      C A R      S A L E S M A N

was to do,

would you have directed me to:

R  E  J  E  C  T       H  I  S      O  F  F  E  R

A  C  C  E  P  T      H  I  S      O  F  F  E  R

M  O  D  I  F  Y       H  I  S      O  F  F  E  R

.            .          .I remember when met young Brandon

at the Bank to transfer the Title over to him

with a Notary.        .       .

He gave me $2000.00 Cash

and we both signed a promissory note of him paying up to six monthly payments

until his debt was paid off.        .        .

 He honored it.     .     .

Would  I have made him.     .     .     ?

Should I now give up all other pursuits and become a full-time

U  S  E  D          C  A  R          S  A  L  E  S  M  A  N

.        .        .W        A        I        T.          .         .

I just remembered I left him a little envelope with a

CHEESECAKE   FACTORY  GIFT  CARD

congratulating him on his new purchase and wishing him

the blessings and good fortune

I experienced with the 2007 Honda

J         U         S         T                 B        E        C        U        S        E

I wanted him to know

that there are good people in the world

I        N        S        P        I        T        E

of the fact that someone had previously sold him a real lemon.     .     .

I wanted him to

e      x      p      e      r      i      e      n      c      e

A        C a r i n g        C a t a l y s t

m     o     m     e     n     t

What   Kind   Of    S U C K E R

.        .        .Hopefully

O       N       E

who   g i v e s

e  n  d  l  e  s  s 

u  n  m  e  a  s  u  r  a  b  l  e 

u n e q u i v i c a b l e

p l e a s u r a b l e

F          L          A          V          O          R

I remember when he pulled into my drive way in March to make his last payment it was already getting dark out.  When he got out of the car and gave me his last cash installment in an envelope, we shook hands.  He didn’t look me square in the eye, but maybe because there was a glistening tear there he wanted to go unnoticed.  Shaking my hand he said, “I hope to do for some kid one day what you did for me.”

I shook his hand a little harder and thanked him for allowing me to be a little selfish

“S E L F I S H,  how were you selfish?”

“Because I can’t remember the last time something made me feel so good about myself.  So thank you, Brandon.  Thank you.”

It’s been a year ago.          .          .

This old SUCKER still feels pretty selfish.          .          .

What kind of SUCKER are you?