The other day I received a phone call from an elderly man. I am not sure what his age is, but based on our brief conversation I would say that he enjoys music from the 50s. He had an enquiry about a drone that he had bought recently – one that we do not stock and that I had no experience with. It didn’t take me to long to figure out his problem. Just a few simple questions about the battery and I managed to reassure him that what he was doing was indeed correct.

What struck me more than the strange request for help was the genuine passion in the man’s voice. A passion not often heard in the circles in which I move. It was refreshing to find this passion somewhere I was not expecting to. If you think about passion and calling you would expect to find answers in places where suits and ties are the norm, where the latest Mercedes Benz S-Class, BMW 7 Series, Porche and Land Rover Discovery Sport are plentiful. You would expect to find it in people that have corner offices with big windows and expensive beach houses.

I am fortunate enough to be able to dream of all those things even though I am far removed from that lifestyle with my humble, fuel-efficient hatchback. I am also fortunate to have people like that around me that I can learn from. Those that I find myself looking to for success rarely radiate the passion and concern I heard in the elderly man’s voice. He found passion. Not passion in money, but passion in experience.

It does not take me long to picture the man with his grandchild in a park, close to a lake, whizzing about. Laughter bountiful, time well spent, hearts full. It does not take long to find each other. Passion might take longer to find, but where it is found might be unexpected.