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15.01.2022 At the beginning of this Facebook Business page I think that it is appropriate for my clan to know my story. What brought me to this point and why I’m passiona...te about upskilling Sales Performance. Any performance! But specifically, the ability to Sell! It started in Nepal, actually NO, it started long before that! Read on if you would like to know and if you would like to work with me... I am posting excerpts from my Chapter Book - these tell some of my story and, I hope, will give you some insight into my drivers. I would love to work with you to make YOUR goals Happen! Winter was not far away. Snow had begun to fall steadily. I was in a hut in Loboche, a notoriously primitive settlement en route to Mt Everest. At an altitude of 16,210 ft, Loboche lies near the foot of the great Khumba Glacier, a short distance from Mt Everest Base Camp. I watched the soft white flakes descend silently through the hole in the roof above me. I was scared; I had woken, unable to breath, head in agony and my heart wrapped in a tight grip of fear. Anxiety was crouching in my gut. I had left Kathmandu six weeks earlier, my goal was to reach the Khumba Glacier and then up, towards Mt Everest Base Camp followed by Camp I at 19,900 feet. Beyond that at 21,300 ft the Lhotse Face was my dream. Camp 2 lies at the end of the Western Cwm, and the base of the Lhotse Face. Hey I have named our beloved cat Lhotse! My Sherpa guide ‘Balarum’ and I had reached Loboche earlier that day and had stopped to acclimatise and prepare ourselves for the push upwards to Kala Patar above Base Camp. A place of mystic beauty. Unable to draw breath, I climbed out of my sleeping bag and moved silently in the dark past the other climbers laying side by side on the cold ground. Making my way to stand under a canopy of frozen stars, the awesome beauty of the Himalaya collided with my increasing fear. I had instantly recognised the signs of altitude sickness and the extreme likeliness of death in this remote, basic, freezing place very close to the highest point on earth. I knew the rule of altitude sickness was to go down, to descend to a lower altitude with haste. In the midst of my fear and apprehension, there was an urgency within me to strip away the blinding pain stretching across my forehead so that I could think, find clarity as to what to do. I did not want to descend; I had come this far and I was so close to achieving my goal. Standing there in the silent cold, gasping for deep breath I chose to talk to my father. With my recorder in my gloved hand and tears streaming down my face I spoke to him across time and space. Asked him what to do, knowing what his answer would be, Trust yourself, you equipped yourself with the knowledge to keep you safe, now act accordingly, you know what to do. Do not forget who you are. Thanks for reading this far!