I had an old friend who weighed about 300 lbs, didn’t look ugly but he wasn’t pretty, terrible health and dressed like a street person … but he had the personality of an angel.
He was a lifelong salesman and he could charm you into paying his meal and giving him extra money at the end. He could walk into a restaurant and become friends with everyone including the owner and walk away with a free meal. I saw him walk into businesses and strike up complex deals worth millions.
He was also his own worst enemy and every penny he made he spent five more and he owed money to just about every rich person in the city.
When he was younger, he wasn’t the most handsome but because of his personality he was surrounded by beautiful women … his first wife was drop dead gorgeous.
But it was great to see him interact with people in a restaurant. He would have all the older women hanging around his table and all the young girls gigging. In another life, he could have become an influential politician or even the leader of a country.
As easily as he made friends he had endless enemies and even his family didn’t want him … he died alone about ten years ago. It was all sad, tragic, inevitable, and completely disappointing. He could have done so much more.
I think I sold that guy a motorcycle around 22 years ago! He was around 300 pounds and looked like a bum. He was a salesman and his wife had a super-model quality appearance. We were all shocked when we met her and shocked when we learned how much money he made. When we asked how he swung a wife like that he smirked and said “I’m a salesman”.
Like one time I was waiting for an elevator in a parking garage. It was empty other than me. The door opened and an old woman was there. She smiled at me, and that made my day because it was the best compliment I’ve ever received.
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