Submitted by: Andrew Beene
As we were driving to the nearest pub, Conrad told me the story of his life. I was a nobody, he told me while focused in driving his Lamborghini, which looked like an Atlanta sedan service. I wondered if Conrad was gay, which really did not matter to me since sexism is stupidity. I just hope he does not touch me in a non-platonic way. He disqualified it at once by telling me he wasn t gay.
Nobody likes a nobody, you know? he continued. I asked him politely how he managed to survive the nobody part of his life and achieve his Mr. Successful self today. He said he was working on the same material he gave our class earlier during his day. Like me, he could not figure out the best strategies. The night after his class, he was drinking booze and considering a new job since he seemed to give up on understanding the dynamics of his job. Then, a guy knocked on his door. He went out to see that an Atlanta airport sedan from an Atlanta Van Service was parked outside his house.
He wondered who would bring a corporate transportation Atlanta service outside his gate. He seldom sees an Atlanta airport ground transportation chauffeur in his area since he was poor. He finally managed to gather his strength to open his red paint faded door expecting an FBI or alien abduction thanks to the liquor.
To his surprise, his lecturer was standing tall on his door. His lecturer for that day asked him if he was late for the party. Conrad said he just finished his whisky but he could buy one. His lecturer told him to get four set of clothes with him immediately. Conrad did not ask why anymore due to excessive amount of whiskey intake.
His lecturer brought him to the airport and he bought him a one-way ticket to LA. While on the plane, Conrad got a sober advice. His lecturer said his attitude should change first if he wants to change his life. That quitting is not an option. That more opportunities are waiting to be grabbed by him. That he only needs a friend sometimes. That he should ask for help.
Conrad told me the same words his mentor told him as we get off from his car. As we enter the bar, Conrad told me that his success is something to be shared unto others. He gave me that opportunity. We ordered two mugs of beers. He explained the strategies of the plans and I gave my opinion and tried to answer his questions by coming up with my own strategies.
Then it came to me. I was beginning to understand concepts and game plans. I was answering right away every possible question he would ask me. Conrad offered his hand. I shook it. Then he told me. You got this, brother.
Now, look at that. I found my mentor. More than that, I found my friend.
About the Author: Andrew Beene is an environmentalist promoting the use of Atlanta sedan service particularly the Atlanta airport sedan and Atlanta Van Service. For more information, you can visit