This past weekend I ran another bootcamp for Kingpin Social in beautiful Kelowna, BC. The weekend was awesome and the student leveled up hardcore. Few things in life are more fulfilling to me than helping someone improve their life. It’s truly an amazing experience to be a part of.
The coolest part about the weekend was that not only did the student level up, but I feel like I did too.
Let me share my story:
Saturday night we all roll out to the club. My car is packed with my student, Myke and Jamie who were assisting me on the program and another student who I taught last month when I was in Kelowna. I park the car and we roll up to the club. As we go to enter, Myke realizes he left his passport at home. This is no big deal. I’m running the program so I give my keys to Jamie so she can take Myke back to the condo while I take the student inside to get warmed up. Thankfully Kelowna is a small town so Myke and Jamie were back in no time, and the bootcamp didn’t miss a hump.
Over the course of the next three hours, the student absolutely rocked it. The night before he exchanged phone numbers with nine different girls, so tonight the goals we set were to have longer interactions to form deeper connections. He did exactly that. Countless times he met a girl in the smoke pit and after a few minutes of talking, took her to the dance floor to bump and grind. After time spent building that sexual tension, he took them to sit down and get to know them better. Money in the bank; not only for him but for the girls too. What girl wouldn’t want to meet a quality guy after all? Even if it’s at the nightclub.
As the night is wrapping up, Myke takes the student for one last lap, while I run off to find our past student who came out with us. We all rendezvous at the front of the club, and head out the door. I start walking towards the area I parked originally, and don’t see my car. “Oh ya, Jamie drove it, so she probably parked somewhere else,” I casually think to myself, half panicked thinking my car had gone missing.
As I turn back to Jamie and the rest of the crew, I notice they look slightly dumbfounded.
“Hey Jamie where did you park?”
“Right here!!!**” she says as she points to the spot right in front of her.
Slightly confused, I look and see my car is in fact, missing. What a weird coincidence. Uh oh. As Mike from Jersey Shore would say, “We’ve got ourselves a situation!”
It was funny. All five of us looked at the parking stall, then back at each other, then back at the parking stall, confused as mother fuckers.
“Dude, Where’s My Car?”
I take a moment to process what’s happened, and make a decision to get everyone into taxis and back to the condo. We can take things from there, but there’s no sense in standing out front of the nightclub freezing trying to figure it out. “Let’s just get back home and handle the situation as it needs to be handled.”
On the way back to the condo I try to process my emotions. I feel like I should be mad, my car is towed and if there’s anything that I hate more: it’s not having access to my car. But internally I wasn’t mad. No matter how hard I tried to feel mad, I couldn’t. It was kind of cool. I think being in a state of shocked helped a bit, but I’m not going to discredit what actually went on.
Last week I wrote a post called “What to Do When Life Throws You Lemons”, and in it I talk about how in your life, things are going to happen, and it’s up to you to react appropriately. The mindset I take into life as much as possible is one where I try to make the best out of every situation. Things are going to be what they are, and there’s no sense in wasting valuable mental energy on things you can’t control.
As we got out of the taxi I had come to the realization that I’m not mad, or even upset. Just slightly annoyed and definitely needing my own space. As we walk into the condo building heading for the elevator, I look over at Jamie and can tell she’s upset. Inside I can only imagine how much she is beating herself up. I know as soon as we get into the condo she’s going to run for her room to get away from everybody to collect her thoughts. Sure enough, this is exactly what happened.
I let Myke know I need him to call the towing company and figure out where my car is, and then head into Jamie’s room. Inside the room, she’s visibly upset. I can understand why. It’s part of what makes her an amazing person – she cares. I give her a hug and let her know that I’m not upset at her at all. This is all a simple innocent mistake that is merely an inconvenience – nothing more nothing less. It is what it is. We can’t go back in time and change the situation; we can only make the best of it. Honestly, I’m just glad my car wasn’t stolen.
Myke finds out where my car is. We can’t pick it up until the morning. So we spent the rest of the night hanging out and doing our thing. In the morning, after paying a ridiculous amount of money, I got my car back. Not only did I get my car back, but I also left with an even better understanding about how to react when shit happens. Sure I lost some money, but to gain a valuable lesson and reference experience, I would pay that money again any day. Money well spent in my mind.