Manny worked for the Albertson's supermarket chain for over thirty years.

His job wasn't a big job. He mostly just stocked shelves. He was quite helpful — a great employee and co-worker.

Manny would always help the older people by carrying bags to their cars and unloading groceries and so forth. Selfless to a fault.

But when the local Albertson's that he worked at for decades ultimately closed down due to corporate consolidation, Manny went on unemployment and he was lost.

See, he lived only a few blocks away from the store in a very simple apartment. He walked to work every day.

Manny never had a whole lot of time, now he had all the time in the world.

Most of the time he worked at Albertson's, he never owned a car. He also lived by himself and the only relative of his that was still alive was his older brother, Dave.

Now, Dave was a totally different story – rich, successful, and whenever he came by to visit, everybody in the neighborhood knew it because this guy had $200,000 cars – Bentleys, Ferraris, you name it. The best rides.

That Christmas, Dave knew that his younger brother was going through a tough time, so he decided to come by and pick him up and take him out for a Christmas morning breakfast.

Once again, Dave showed up in a beautiful car and the brothers went out for breakfast together.

After breakfast, Dave gave Manny the keys and said, “Could you drive me home?”

“Well, what do you mean?” said Manny. “You’ll have to drive me back to my place.”

“No, I won’t,” said Dave. “Not this time, Manny.”

Manny was confused.

“Merry Christmas. It’s your car.”

Manny was stunned. He never owned a car his whole life and now he had a top of the line Mercedes-Benz.

So, after Manny dropped Dave off at his house, he drove his new car back to his humble abode.

Manny was out front of his complex, polishing the car because the only thing this car needed was a little polish. All the kids and the rest of the folks in the neighborhood were amazed.

“Where did you get the car?” asked an 8-year-old neighbor boy.

“Well, my older brother gave it to me for Christmas.”

“Your brother gave it to you for Christmas?!” said the young boy. “What a gift!”

“Yeah. Pretty remarkable. Best Christmas present I ever got,” Manny told the boy.

“Wow,” the boy said. “I wish…”

And, you can probably finish up the rest of the sentence.

… “I had a brother like that.”

No…

What the boy really said was, “Wow, I wish I could BE a brother like that.”

As always,

Brian

P.S. -- Being a brother (or just a regular person) like that doesn't just happen. Lots of years and hard work and fortunate circumstances, and so on…

But there's a lot of that 8-year-old boy in some of us. And if the story of that 8-year-old boy resonates — say you have a lot of drive and passion inside and you'd like to positively affect the lives of others and not just pay lip-service to the idea — then our coaching program is probably for you.

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