I didn’t get into sales because I read a book or watched a YouTube guru. I got into sales because on day one, at my first job, I paid attention to what mattered. That job? Foot Locker. I’m a teenager. Just a kid sent to work in the back, stocking shoes. It’s Saturday morning, store’s packed, and I’m in the back doing what I was told—stacking boxes, putting away sizes nobody asked for. All of a sudden, the manager, Steve, walks in, he looks at me and says, “Can you sell shoes?” Now, what kind of question is that? I don’t know if I can sell shoes—I’ve never done it. But I sure as hell know I can figure things out. So I step out onto the floor. I look around. Chaos. Parents, kids, teenagers—everyone grabbing shoes off the walls like it's Black Friday. Then I see it. A woman. Standing there with a shoe in her hand. She’s holding it up in the air like she’s raising a flag. What the fuck do you think that means? She needs help. Nobody had to explain that to me. Nobody handed me a training manual. I didn’t have a playbook or a headset whispering directions in my ear. I saw a customer. I saw a need. I went. That’s instinct.