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In　1995；1　granted　an　interview　with　a　newspaper　in　Singapore。　The　young　female　reporter　was　on　time；　and　the　interview　got　under　way　immediately。　We　sat　in　the　lobby　of　a　luxurious　hotel；　sipping　coffee　and　discussing　the　purpose　of　my　visit　to　Singapore。　I　was　to　share　the　platform　with　Zig　Ziglar。　He　was　speaking　on　motivation；　and　I　was　speaking　on　〃The　Secrets　of　the　Rich。〃

〃Someday；　I　would　like　to　be　a　best…selling　author　like　you；〃　she　said。　I　had　seen　some　of　the　articles　she　had　written　for　the　paper；　and　I　was　impressed。　She　had　a　tough；　clear　style　of　writing。　Her　articles　held　a　reader's　interest。

〃You　have　a　great　style；〃　I　said　in　reply。 〃What　holds　you　back　from　achieving　your　dream？〃

〃My　work　does　not　seem　to　go　anywhere；〃　she　said　quietly。　〃Everyone　says　that　my　novels　are　excellent；　but　nothing　happens。 So　I　keep　my　job　with　the　paper。　At　least　it　pays　the　bills。　Do　you　have　any　suggestions？〃

〃Yes；　I　do；〃　I　said　brightly。 〃A　friend　of　mine　here　in　Singapore　runs　a　school　that　trains　people　to　sell。　He　runs　sales…training　courses　for　many　of　the　top　corporations　here　in　Singapore；　and　I　think　attending　one　of　his　courses　would　greatly　enhance　your　career。〃

She　stiffened。 〃Are　you　saying　I　should　go　to　school　to　learn　to　sell？〃

I　nodded。

〃You　aren't　serious；　are　you？〃

Again；　I　nodded。 〃What　is　wrong　with　that？〃　I　was　now　backpeddling。　She　was　offended　by　something；　and　now　I　was　wishing