The Invitation to Transformation
Philosophical Discussion
While a student at the University of Pittsburgh I moved into a large house with four of my friends. One day I was home alone when there was a knock at the door. The knocker introduced himself as Jay Becker and he was looking for his younger brother Tommy. Tommy was out with the other guys, but as they were expected back I invited him in to wait. Jay was a good looking guy, blonde, six foot tall, and about thirty. He had never gone to college, and he told me he owned the parking concession for a couple of Pittsburgh’s best restaurants.
I don’t remember how but we soon fell into a deep philosophical discussion. Suddenly he got up from the couch and began pacing up and down the living room floor. He must’ve paced silently for five minutes deeply agitated. Finally he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to me.
“I’m going to tell you something,” he said in a voice full of so much intensity he scared me. “I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told anyone, not even my wife.”
He made a few more turns across the floor.
“Like I said I park cars for a living,” he said still pacing. “I pay guys to chase cars and collect tips. They work by the hour and I keep the difference. One night some guy stuck a gun in my ribs and before I could give him my cash he pulled the trigger.”
