At 9:00 that evening, the Challenge team reconvened at the Bonenberger’s small home for the final session of the first day. We crowded into the tiny living room. The hot camera lights made it even more uncomfortable. It was so far from the intimate atmosphere I wanted.
I began by reminding them of the next day’s schedule. We would meet at 8:00 A.M. at a park near the Daniele Hotel dressed in jogging clothes with a portable tape player.
“I got two great calls on my newspaper ad,” Mary said excitedly when I’d finished talking. “But I’m still not sure what to do with them.” She explained that the seller wanted five hundred dollars down with a price four thousand dollars below market. She’d given it a score of twelve. I gave her the assignment of calling the seller and setting up an appointment for us to see the property at 10:30 the next morning.
“Let’s break camp for tonight,” I said, knowing that they must be weary. “It’s been a long day on the mountain. Time to pitch the tents, rollout our sleeping bags, make a fire, rest up for the morning. I’ll betyou’re a bit sore between the shoulder blades—you’re probably not used to carrying heavy backpacks. Your face is sunburned. And those new hiking boots are heavy and awkward. Your ankles are tired and aching.” “And the altitude is getting to my head,” Mary added, laughing.
Taken From:The ROAD TO WEALTH