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first day. I make fifty bucks, cash. I charged the jeweler a little extra because it was a rush job. But he didn’t care. He was just happy to get his package.
    I sleep in my car again that night. But this time, I don’t mind. I had enough money at the end of the day to buy a decent meal. And my brain is spinning with possibilities. How far can I take this thing? It’s the right idea at the right time. I always thought I would love to work in finance. But it would be even better to work for myself.
    I’m up bright and early the next morning. I grab a quick breakfast and start pounding the pavement again. Knocking on doors, introducing myself, handing out cards. I don’t stop until lunchtime. My phone hasn’t rung yet today, but I figure it will take time to build up a good business. I’m patient.
    I keep going all afternoon too. By five o’clock my phone hasn’t rung once. What’s going on? It’s the end of the day and I didn’t get any work. What am I doing wrong?
    I need more coverage, I realize.
    Then I have another idea: Scooby.
    Scooby isn’t hard to find. He haunts the same turf day after day. If he’s not on his regular corner, he’s either at church or at the shelter. I track him down around six o’clock.
    â€œWalter,” says Scooby. “Nice to see you! How’s it going?”
    â€œListen, Scooby,” I say. “How would you like a job?”
    His eyes get wide.
    â€œA job? Seriously?” he says.
    I explain what I’m doing. Then I tell him my offer: I’ll pay him twenty bucks to deliver a hundred business cards for me.
    Scooby smiles.
    â€œI used to make two hundred grand a year,” he says. “Now twenty bucks sounds like a fortune.”
    â€œWill you do it, Scooby?”
    â€œOf course I will, Walter. It sounds perfect. If a man can’t make a living, he has no pride. I was starting to get pretty depressed. You know what I mean?”
    â€œDo I ever,” I say. “You’re going to need some clean clothes. I brought these for you.” I give him my other pair of jeans and my last clean shirt. “Make sure you look presentable. Wash up and get a shave.”
    â€œNo problem.”
    I give Walter the business cards. I even pay him in advance. Then we shake hands.
    â€œIf this thing takes off like I think it will,” I tell Scooby, “there’s a job in it for you. A real job. It will pay real money too. So don’t let me down, Scoobs.”
    â€œI won’t, Walter,” he says.
    I sleep like a baby that night, mostly because I’m so tired.
    The next morning, I’m back at it. Knocking on doors, drumming up business. My phone rings at nine thirty. It’s another job. I get two more jobs before lunchtime. I get four more in the afternoon.
    At the end of the day, I’ve got one hundred thirty bucks in my pocket. And that’s after I filled my tank with gas.
    I go find Scooby again.
    â€œI don’t know what you’re saying to people out there, but it works. You got me a lot of work today,” I tell him.
    â€œIt’s easy,” he says. “If I’m talking to a woman, I just tell them you look like Tiger Woods. If it’s a man, I tell them you’re the next Donald Trump. Now everyone wants to meet you.”
    â€œScooby, you just earned yourself a steak dinner,” I say.
    I treat us both at a steak house I know. Last time I was here, it was with my moms. We were celebrating my graduation from community college. I try not to think about that. It makes me too sad. Besides, I have something new to celebrate.
    After we’ve eaten, Scooby pats his stomach and gives me a huge smile.
    â€œThanks, Walter,” says Scooby. “I feel so good, I hate to go back to that shelter.”
    â€œI know what you mean,” I say. “Hopefully you won’t be living there too much longer.”
    And I won’t be sleeping in my