HE WAS A CON-ARTIST…………………………. Mimis community❤️
(This is very Backroom energy… you’ll 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 I’d got a picture of us, but hey I’ve got the story. (And he’s planning on staying in Bali, so maybe there’s a round two.) Anyway, among all the things we talked about life, food, Bali, travels, business, AI (he’s 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 he’d ever gotten in his career (he used to build houses) came from him walking up and saying: “I’ll build your kitchen. You only pay me when you’re happy.” 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, “I was a con artist back then.” I did a double take — like, huh? 🧐 Then he smiled and said, “You know what con artist used to mean, right? Confidence artist.” 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. He’d approach people and ask “Do you have the confidence to lend me your watch until tomorrow?” They’d say yes. Because he sounded so sure. So trustworthy. So certain. They called him a “confidence man.” Which became con man. Then con artist. Sure, it’s taken on a more shady meaning now. But originally? It wasn’t about deception.