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(This is very Backroom energy⌠youâll see why) This kinda shocked me, blew my mind and everyone I shared it with felt the same⌠On my chit chat with a guy called Mikey , 70 years old. From the States. We ended up talking heaps. One of those rare, soul-filling convos that just flows. Smart. Humble. Grounded. I wish Iâd got a picture of us, but hey Iâve got the story. (And heâs planning on staying in Bali, so maybe thereâs a round two.) Anyway, among all the things we talked about life, food, Bali, travels, business, AI (heâs more clued up than most 30-year-olds), one thing really stayed with me. He told me about how his son landed an epic job recently. How? He wrote a handwritten letter yep, cursive (his words) and posted it. Envelope. Stamp. Phone number. The works. He got the job. Because it stood out. Because it was personal. Because it had⌠confidence. Then Mikey shared more. That every job heâd ever gotten in his career (he used to build houses) came from him walking up and saying: âIâll build your kitchen. You only pay me when youâre happy.â Every single person paid him. Not just paid him, they recommended him. He had more work than he could handle. He made millions before the job even started. Why? Confidence⌠And then he said something that made me pause, like wtf He said, âI was a con artist back then.â I did a double take â like, huh? đ§ Then he smiled and said, âYou know what con artist used to mean, right? Confidence artist.â So of course, this morning I looked it up. And yep, he was right. Back in the 1800s, there was a guy called William Thompson in New York. Heâd approach people and ask âDo you have the confidence to lend me your watch until tomorrow?â Theyâd say yes. Because he sounded so sure. So trustworthy. So certain. They called him a âconfidence man.â Which became con man. Then con artist. Sure, itâs taken on a more shady meaning now. But originally? It wasnât about deception.