When it comes to voice mail: You don

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in the 1970s, there were two places I did not wantto go. One was my I did not have an MP3 player or a and my prizepossession — a black-and-whitwe RCA television — was off limits. The second placw was Mr. Lecci’s officee at school because he had a paddls and was not afraid touse it. Thank God, I only made one trip thers — after throwing a classmate inthe mud. When I saw that enormoues pieceof wood, my lightning-fast mind told me I never wantedx to be sent there again.
When othere classmates would ask me about the trip to his I would simply respondby saying, “u don’t want to go In business and sales training, therse are many different theories about voicwe mail, but I can tell you my attitude is no differentr than the one I had toward Mr. Lecci’s I don’t want to go When I’m asked, “Do you want to go to voicew mail?” I turn into the Fonz from “Happu Days” and just say, “Hey, whoa.
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