I should have gone to Chilis.
But then, if I had, I wouldnt be sitting here in this second
rate food place surfing the web. I suppose thats supposed
to make up for mediocre food?
I had good intentions when I sat down here, thinking to work on
preparing an outline for class and the four practice exams that
Ill be taking on Monday.
Practice exams, because for the most part, all of the courses here
give you only one shot, a three hour for real exam.
But thats Monday and right now Ive got a few moments
to write while I wait for the tire store to remove a nail from one
of my tires.
And I suppose, its a good excuse to throw in some images
from the two events that weve attended so far this week, the
first mass ascention on Saturday morning and the balloon
glow that was held Sunday night. (The balloons are kept on
the ground and the idea is to light them up like light light bulbs
in the darkness - way cool.)
(First day, pre-dawn launch to test wind conditions)
The whole balloon fest weekend has given fertile ground to reflection,
because it was a year ago that we flew into Albuquerque and attended
my first ever International Balloon Fiesta, all linked
to Mrss interviews.
And now here we are, moved in, and living here.
I walk around the house at times and say to myself, I cant
believe I live here.
And then there are the times I walk around on campus and say to
myself, I cant believe that I go to school here.
There sure have been plenty of times when I wondered if going to
law school would ever come about. First I got rejected, then I got
accepted to ASU, then I appealed and got accepted here. And then
there was that afternoon in July, when it all came to within one
hour of being flushed.
I look back at that day and as I relive the moments in print I
still get the same sinking feeling in my gut that I had when I picked
up the phone at 5:00 pm.
It was a Monday, July 18, just a couple of days before my birthday.
Law school was scheduled to start less than 30 days away, August
Just over a week prior, we signed the offer on the house in Albuquerque.
I flew home and was confronted with the idea that I had less than
30 days to make it to school, and my house in Michigan had still
Then I stressed some more.
I remember doing laps in my pool on Thursday and coming to a conclusion.
That evening I called my wife and told her the plan. Im
dropping the house price by another 20K and if it does not sell
by Monday at 5pm then Im going to book a flight to Europe
so that I can join you and the kiddies on vacation. I cant
go to law school and try to keep this financial ship afloat.
I told her that first I would call the seller and see if I could
change the closing, which I knew they would be only too happy to
do, seeing how we were kind of rushing them out of their house.
I did show the house on the weekend, twice as a matter of fact.
I even wrote about it. Get Your Bunz Over Here
Then came five oclock.
I thought about waiting just another day.
I pulled up Orbitz on the computer, picked the flights to Venice
and had the screen set to buy this ticket.
Sick to my stomach, I dialed the sellers office.
I tried her cell phone.
Although I could have called the law school, I was just too distressed
to make the call. I got up and decided I couldnt stay in the
office one more minute. I decided that I would call the law school
in the morning.
I could drive you to the place where I was when my cell phone rang.
The time was 6:05 and it was my realtor.
Hey NSR, I think I have some good news for you.
The rest, now, is history.
Oh yeah, and my realtor, he really knew at 5:00 but since he was
out of town, he didn't call till 6.
As I told this story to one of my best clients he related the following
to me, which I want to share with you.
Pulling out his planner, he turned to a section where he kept important
thoughts. I want to tell you a quote, he said.
The quote, from Brian Simo, race car driver and one of the founders
of No Fear Gear . . .
The thing about failure is that you never know how close you
were to success."