Sometimes it Just Takes One Person Believing in You
Not everyone will believe in you, but when the right person does it will matter far more than all of those that didn't.
I've done plenty of things wrong in my life, but the one thing I won't ever regret doing is asking for things, no matter how insane, or how big they may seem. I don't ask a lot mind you, but my dad constantly reminded me that it never hurts to ask. (And that would then bite him in the ass when a young Mandy would arrive home with New Parts! for her car, which caused him to have to cherry pick the entire engine out in order to outfit her ride with the new race car level performance parts. I was dating a race car driver at the time. This is the shit that daughters pull.)
The best asks are when everyone says it won't work. Never gonna happen. I SAID NO. But you ask instead, and maybe they say no, but maybe...just maybe..they'll say yes.
I should never have owned a salon. The odds were not in my favor. I was twenty seven and two years into my first mortgage boasting a highly unfavorable debt to income ratio. I didn't bother to complete college. I didn't know shit about shit. 9/11 had just happened so the economy was crap. And everyone said my grandpa would never let me borrow the money anyhow.
But he did.
And I'm pretty sure he only gave it to me because I had the balls to even ask. Turns out, the men in my life at the time responded really well when asked for the seemingly impossible from me. (A drag racing bug? Coming right up.)
But then something else happened. The landlord gave me the lease to the salon with no financials. It was one of the largest salons in the most desirable neighborhood of the city at the time and he didn't ask for any tangible proof that I could afford it. All I had was a website that I naively thought would prove something of worth. Him handing a big old salon to me with no proof of ROI was really not gonna happen.
But it did.
Al Solheim's words to me were, and I quote; "Well, let's see what you can do." It reminded me of when my other Grandpa spent an entire season giving me twenty dollars for every home run I got. (You better believe I ignored every third base coach that year and stole my way to home like a mutha fucka. It was raining Benjamins for me that spring.) I had stepped up to the big leagues with my latest maneuver, and it happened so fast I couldn't even grasp the enormity of it. I was already off and running trying to make my fans proud.
I grew up poor. I've been told no A LOT. You didn't ask for things and you certainly never asked for money.
But I learned early on to ask, because asking doesn't cost anyone a dime. And imma keep on asking. Because you just never know what the answer to your next question might end up being.