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Need Insurance?

I’m only in my early thirties, but I have already experience so much as far as job employment. Not that I can’t hold down a job, but I like to explore my options. When I find something I like, I tend to stay with it for many years. One road led me to insurance sales. I worked my ass off preparing myself for the state exam, spent many long hours training with my managers to prepare me to go out on my own one day and make a living. Our line of work wasn’t easy, of course, I had to learn to cold call people and set up appointments where they would let me, a complete stranger, come into their home and do a presentation. I usually worked about an hour out of my home town. We worked with a lot of union workers and the town I would go to was a small town filled with many generations of coal miners. I never felt nervous with any of these people. Thinking back on the situation, I guess it was actually quite scary. I never knew who’s house I was going to walk into, and anything could have happened to me. It was about a year into the job, I was doing pretty well for myself. The insurance plans were affordable and made for the working family, so it was an easy sale almost all the time. One day in particular though, was a rough day, it seemed like nothing was going my way. My 3 o’clock appointment canceled before I had even left the office, my 4 o’clock canceled when I was half way to the house and I had left my purse at home with my credit card in it. Luckily I scrounged up about $5.00 ...

... from my car and was able to eat something while I curled up in my front seat with my book waiting for my next appointment. I was so engaged into my book, it startled me when my phone rang. I looked down and didn’t recognize the number immediately so I answered with hesitation, praying that my 5 p.m. was still on. It was actually my next appointment, but he wasn’t calling to cancel, he was calling to confirm the time. He had gotten off work early and was wondering if I could meet him sooner. I quickly replied he was in luck and that I would be there in less than 10 minutes. As I drove to the address on the card he filled out for the union, I noticed that he listed a wife and a small child as a beneficiary. I like to get a little background before stepping in the house. He was also a part of the local 611 chapter which employed electricians. The house I drove up too was fairly small, but very well kept. It looked like it was newly built within the last few years. A wooden swing set sat on the side of the house with lots of toddler toys, and I could hear a dog barking from the back yard. I walked up the stairs and knocked a couple of times, but no one seemed to be answering. I tried the bell, and then was spooked a little as Mr. Martinez came around the side of the house. I turned to greet him, only to find myself shocked at how handsome he was. He was shirtless and sweaty wearing only a pair of jeans and a black pair of boots. He quickly apologized and pulled his shirt from his ...