I know I’m not the only man or woman out there who discovered that they were pretty good at making a living doing something that they really didn’t like. For me it was selling cars. I did it for 20 years. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t enjoy the art of selling, but it’s the product that counts. Before cars I sold alternative energy equipment; solar, wind, and the bread and butter of our little company, wood burning stoves. I enjoyed offering those products to folks and I felt like I made a difference. But when the tax credits expired in the late 70’s our little company went down. I had a wife and a new baby; I had to do something and there was an opening at a GM car store in our little town, Alexandria, MN.
Flash forward 20 yrs. I had to make a change or make the papers in a bad way. I looked and applied, looked and applied and I finally got lucky, I thought. I escaped to a big paying job! Well the money wasn’t as big as I’d been led to believe but it was a big improvement and I wasn’t selling cars anymore. I was selling body shop equipment, factory direct, for a company we’ll just call CL. That was in July, 2002. Little did I know then that this job would quite literally, give me a heart attack, in March of 2004. A México escape plan had been in the back of my mind, for years. This “event” caused it to come rushing to my prefrontal lobe. My wife Mary and I started our planning.
Our planning was two-fold: maximize our financial situation and keep me alive; no more heart attacks. To realize the first we put our house on the market. The market was still strong, Freddie and Fannie had yet to stake out the poor and we had a lot of equity in the house. The second objective was realized by quitting CL which cut the stress in my life by about 90%. While we waited for the house to sell I set up a full time personal training business in our little town, knowing full well I wouldn’t be able to crack the nut, but I could develop my business model before we went to phase II of our plan to start new lives in México. But wait a second you say. How does a personal trainer have a heart attack? It was in the genes, I must say, but because I practice what I preach, the damage was much mitigated. Get thee to the gym.
It occurs to me that you may be wondering what we find so special about México. We had been vacationing in México every winter the last ten years, which in and of itself, is not unusual for a Minnesotan. However, Mary first came down in 1970 (she’ll not be happy with this dating action) with her Spanish club. The club took two station-wagons, neither with air conditioning, from Minnesota to Acapulco. The rule was no English allowed past the border. By the time they reached Acapulco Mary had realized fluency and fallen in love with Mexican culture. When she introduced it to me on our first family vacation in México, to Mazatlan to be exact, my experience was the same, minus the fluency. I fell for México, too, plus I immediately made note of the low prices, thinking, “Hmm, some day…”
Thank you, gentle reader, for visiting this site. In the next post you will learn of phase II in our plan to take our jobs and shove them and actually move to México with little money and well before retirement age. Your comments are welcome, all will be acknowledged, and any questions thus far about this true story will be answered. Also please note that code is not “poetry” to me, it is Sanskrit. Please be patient with any technical oddities.