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I'm meeting an old friend of mine this morning to check out a product that her son created.

I met Donya in 1989 at a church in Scottsdale. I see this tall beautiful woman waving at me through the crowd of people at the end of the service, so I waited to see what she wanted. She thought I was a  politician - I told her no, I just moved to Phoenix and I'm employed.                                                              

We exchanged numbers on that Sunday and I had an interview by Monday and was working by the end of the week. She's also the one that got me involved in the industry doing commercial and extra work. She's always been my work angel. She tried talking me into doing Mrs. Black Arizona, but that's where I drew the line. She can keep that title.

Donya has a Bachelor of Arts degree in Visual and Dramatic Arts and is an accomplished actress and model.

Anyway, her son Donte has created a product for the active man. Like him on facebook!

Donya and I don't talk often anymore, but she called me a couple of weeks ago and shared the story of Donte's product and asked if I'd be interested in selling for them. So I'm going to take a look - it will be good to see her and catch up regardless.

Have a blessed Thursday!


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