All rights reserved. Imagine this you wake up one peaceful and sun-filled Monday morning, rested and refreshed from the night's sleep, ready for the busy work day ahead. After a warm, invigorating shower, you prepare your famous chicken crepes drizzled with caramel syrup. As you open your mouth to enjoy the last morsel, it hits you with the impact of a bullet train.
Life is sweet.
It's a great story, and though I can make a mean batch of chicken crepes, that's not quite how I began my career in the gift basket business. However, the ending is absolutely true and gets better every day. The waves, better known as the hunger to start a business, keep coming one by one, finally commanding your full attention. That's what happened to me in December 1988. After contemplating and dropping the idea of starting a word processing service and being on the verge of opening an intimate apparel shop, the thought of gift baskets took hold of my senses and never let go.