It was a Monday, a day like any other day
I left a small town, for the Apple in decay
It was my destiny – it’s what I needed to do
They were telling me, I’m telling you…
Those are the words to a Foreigner song (circa 1977).
But the tale I’ve got for you today actually did happen on a Monday.
And I was “A long, long, way from home” when it occurred.
Here’s what happened.
I was working as an analyst for one of America’s largest consulting firms focused on small business.
We had an advance team whose job it was to get us invited in to help the owner sort out where they were having problems.
Within a few days, they’d send me in. I traveled on a Sunday to this remote area of the Florida Panhandle to meet with two brothers that (supposedly) owned a business that their Father had started and they had worked in for many years.
The truth was something different.
See, the Mother was actually the one who had inherited 100% of the stock in this business, but she’d never worked there. She trusted her Sons to run everything.
Up to a point anyway.
But due to overall family dysfunction – this business was spiraling out of control. Mama had appointed her daughter as “Office Manager”. Her primary job was to watch the boys.