Top Salesman Of The Year

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He sold 25 new Chevy’s a month in 1974. Ed Black Chevrolet in Albuquerque, New Mexico, was fortunate to have my Dad work for them. John E. Albin was a very honest man. He told me he could have made four times as much money on commissions if he sold used cars (that’s where the profit is in the car business). “Dad!  Why don’t you move to the used car lot? You’d be rich!” “I want sleep at night, Mike.”   Settled.   Done.   Unforgettable.

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Mom and Dad 1974
My Dad was more than an excellent salesman. He was messy. His garage was a jungle. His black metal fishing tackle box was an abyss of tangled line with hooks,Dad's tackle box 2

lures, floats, and other stuff I couldn’t describe. It’s like he stirred all the tackle with a stick until it congealed into an amorphous mass of junk. Going fishing with Dad was mostly me sorting out the messes in that box so we could have something to present to the fish. Frustrating for me; he didn’t seem to mind cause he just buy more stuff to replace whatever the ball of chaos wouldn’t give up. But, he could really catch fish…..and capture my heart.

Even though Dad died of pancreatic cancer in 1985, I think of him often, smile, and thank God for him. Especially on Father’s Days. For one thing, I learned to be organized in order to counteract his messiness. Maybe Dad knew I would learn how to organize the “tackle box” messes in my life and ministry. Probably not. But, I loved being his fishing partner making sure we were organized and good to go. Everything in its proper place. Father. Son. Fishing. Secure.  Loved.

Dads have a powerful impact on their kids, don’t they? They imprint lifelong memories that flavor our tastes. For me, his honesty, his skill in sales, his messiness are tattooed on my heart and brand me as his kid.

For His glory,
Pastor Mike