All posts by Keith Thompson

The math of success

Whatever your line of work is, there is a math equation that is definable to your success in that job. If you are salesman/saleswomen, there is a formula for how many sales you make and close and how many calls it took to get the sale completed.

Let me tell you about our business and its formulas. Over the years, I have worked with some of the brightest, smartest, and most educated brokers that could not sell their way out of a wet paper bag. I have hired attorneys, appraisers, and people that have a deep understanding of hospitality that could not and did not make it in this business.

See, it’s fine to impress and talk a big game, but it’s entirely another thing to actually do it. There is a hunting term (I apologize in advance) that depicts most every line of work especially sales. The term is “when the tailgate drops, the bull__ stops.” That’s pretty simple, right? And everyone knows what it means. It means that it’s fine on the way to the field to talk a big game about how smart you are, how good a shot you are, etc. It’s another thing entirely to stop talking and start doing.

I tell our brokers to figure out how much money you want to make and do the following. Let’s just say that a hotel broker will meet his financial goal by selling and closing 4 hotel deals a year. This means you will need to have 8 hotels listed on the market to be able to close 4, and you will have to make 24 presentations to get hired the 8 times. To get the 24 presentations and get hired 8 times and close 4 hotels, you will need to go see 50 clients face-to-face. In order to get to the point where you meet with 50 clients to do 24 presentations and get 8 listings and close 4 deals, you will need to make 4x the number of meetings you want in phone calls. So, if you want to meet with 50 clients, you will need to make 200 phone calls. Are you getting all this? Ok, so if I want to make 200 calls a year so I can close 4 deals a year, I have to make 3.8 cold calls a week which equals 200 calls a year. If you want to double your success, you have to make 8 calls a week. Pretty simple, right?

See, this is where we separate the talkers from the doers because the talker will not make 4 calls a week because behind all the posturing and fluff, they are afraid, insecure, and fearful of failure. They are so afraid of failure that they don’t make the calls; this actually confirms their failure by their inaction.

I believe in business and in life you have to know the “why.” If you don’t know why you are doing something, you need to stop and go find something else that motivates you.

When I started selling hotels, I clearly knew the “why.” It was looking at me each night through the eyes of my two little girls and wife that believed in me to take care of them. There was no logical or education-backed reason I should have been able to sell hotels, but my “why” was stronger than my competition and bigger than my fear. I knew I didn’t have anything to fall back on. It was either succeed at selling hotels or go broke. My daughters will never know what those little hugs and kisses and “I love you daddy” did for me. It is the ultimate game on. KT

A little dress

This morning I was in a hurry (like I always am) getting everything done before I left for work, such as getting the dogs settled, etc. I passed through the laundry room and stopped because hanging on the rack was one of my little granddaughter’s dresses.

It was a little purple dress with flowers and was made of that swishy material she likes to wear. It was hanging there, and it was so pretty. I stopped what I was doing and just took a moment to thank God for our little granddaughters and the joy and purpose they have added to our life.

When our first granddaughter, Rowan, was born, I blubbered up when I first saw her and held her. I was thinking before she was born that the protectiveness I felt for my two daughters would be different from the grandchildren. Well, I was wrong. The same level of pure, unconditional love and protectiveness washed over me that moment in the delivery room, and I knew instantly that I would give my life for that little girl.

I think God gives men of a certain age grandchildren because it is a gift that you didn’t even know you needed. It’s a life moment that will forever change who you are; in that moment, you realize the beauty of life, health, children, grandchildren, love and peace. It literally washes over you so fast that it takes your breath.

I believe when you get to the later ice cream seasons of life, the only two things that will matter is the relationship you have with God and the relationship you have with your family. You will not be thinking “I wished I had worked a little harder,” “I wish I bought another house,” etc. No, when it’s just you and your maker and your time is short, none of the material things will matter. What will matter are the little dresses and the simple moments in life. KT

Spell check

While I was writing another post, I referenced the term “spell check,” and I remembered something that happened to me that still makes me laugh.

I was in the Navy Reserves and the Marine Reserves at the same time. I remember being at a meeting of the whole Navy unit and our Navy Captain (full Bird) needed to process an instructional order for the whole unit and notify headquarters in writing of the decision. He reported to a Rear Admiral in DC.

He asks me to draft the written order and the cover letter to headquarters…back then we had typewriters and no spell check. I had to re-type the order and cover letter probably three times before I got it in executable form.

I presented the documents to my Captain. He read it in full detail and said it was fine, and he executed the official documents under his signature.

I made him a copy for his files and placed the original with the courier to transport the documents to his boss, the Rear Admiral.

The simple letters “E” and “A” have never become as important to me as they did on that day.

After reviewing the documents, later I realized I had my full bird Capitan execute an official order using his title as “Captain of Navel Reserves” get it? Navel as in belly button versus Naval as in Navy. Ha

Well, as you can guess, later that day my Captain realized what had happened and also realized that the documents had left the station and there was no getting them back.

I cannot even spell most of names he called me that day, but what I can tell you is that while he was calling me those names, it was literally all I could do not to lay on the floor and laugh out loud. Imagine the Rear Admiral of the Navy opening a letter address from the Captain of the Navel Reserves.

Still makes me laugh. KT

Multitasking while driving

The other day I was driving to Pensacola for a meeting, and I realized I was driving the car with my knee, drinking Starbucks in one hand, looking at the navigation system, talking on the cell phone, starting a podcast and answering an email…all at the same time. I really need some therapy.

When I started selling hotels, I had a car to drive and an AT&T calling card. That was it. We didn’t have cell phones, and the internet was still years away. The term email wasn’t even a word.  The first couple of years I sold hotels, we were using carbon paper so we could have a copy. Most of you don’t even know what carbon paper is, right? We didn’t have spell check and were using Wite-Out on a typewriter if you made a mistake. If the mistake was big enough, you had to retype the whole page. When I look at an old library book, I can’t begin to image how they ever got all the words in the right order and published the books with no typographical errors.

When I traveled and had to call someone, I would find a gas station, get out of the car with my calling card, dial 1400 numbers before being connected, and then have a conversation with the person I was calling. I would then get back in the car and start driving and if you can just imagine, I would actually look out the windshield at where I was going. Can you believe that?

Back then, drinking a cup of coffee while driving was considered multi tasking. Ha.

So, here is the question: has all the technology made our life better or worse? My grandfather Thompson was a farmer outside of Campbell, Missouri, and they did not even have a phone, much less a TV. And you know what, they were happy, at peace, and lived a long life with many good memories of their children and grandchildren.

So, I think technology has its place in our life, and the challenge is to keep it in its place and not let it lead your life. When your child comes up to you and raises their arms for you hold them, technology has no place in that moment. When your older children ask for your advice, technology should be the last thing on your mind.

So, like many inventions, keep it in order, keep it in its place, and keep it out of the important moments. KT

A moment

I had a moment yesterday. I was walking into a store and was thinking about all the things we think about like work, family, texts, emails, etc.

When I was almost to the front door, I had this moment of pure clarity and I stopped where I was to let the moment wash over me. It was as if I could see clearer than ever before and the air was sweeter, and the grass was greener, and the landscape was more beautiful than ever. While I paused, I knew these kinds of moments don’t often happen and that moment will never happen again.

I think a great life is made up of a collection of these moments over the years. In these moments, what doesn’t matter are issues like strife, jealousy, money, lack of money, health issues, age, what someone said about you last week, etc.

Savor these moments when they happen because they will never happen exactly like that again. KT