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At the center of Keller Williams Realty's learning-based culture, Keller Willliams University (KWU) provides a curriculum addressing every aspect of success as a real estate professional. KWU Classes are offered within local real estate offices, at the regional level, and at the national level in Austin, Texas.
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Multimedia distance learning is also offered online, via KWConnect, the real estate industry's most innovative distance learning program.
Considered by many to be the leading coaching and masterminding program in the real estate industry, Keller Williams’ Mega Achievement Productivity Systems (MAPS) was the recipient of the 2009 Stevie Award for Sales Training or Coaching Program of the Year. MAPS coaches are committed to transforming the careers of real estate professionals via a range of programs that focus on letting go of limiting beliefs and being held accountable to the actions needed to achieve goals.
Family Reunion, Keller Williams Realty’s annual gathering of associates, is the best-attended company event in real estate. Close to 10,000 associates from across North America gather every year for inspiration, insights and market-leading information to power their productivity to the next level.
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The Millionaire Real Estate Agent is a how-to book for transforming agents’ sales careers into thriving businesses. Drawing from both personal experiences and those of other millionaire agents throughout North America, Gary Keller, along with his writing team of Dave Jenks and Jay Papasan, created a step-by-step guide to achieving a million-dollar sales career. The book is one of the best-selling real estate career guides in history.
SHIFT: How Top Real Estate Agents Tackle Tough Times, is the latest book from Gary Keller’s best-selling writing team. SHIFT explores 12 proven tactics to jump-start a real estate business during tough times and power it forward when markets rebound.
A True Story.
At about 11 years old I was a little on the small side. But I did love baseball. Watching Hank Aaron at Fulton County Stadium with my brothers Matty and Brian - and the Reichlings. Yea, Kim, Tom (T-bone), Bucky, Ponder, and Willie. We all went. It was fun to watch, but even more fun to play.
Playing baseball, wanted to be just like my dad. I still remember watching dad play ball when I was even younger up in Jersey. Baseball was the most awesome game I had ever seen. Dad was good too. I knew he was good. Best in South Amboy, maybe. Well, maybe.
So, here, of course it was my turn. Living now in Atlanta, all my friends played, and we had a blast. Ira Haber, Ronnie Topper, Jim Duke, Marc greene, Lou West and few other goober heads.
I was an OK player, but a little on the "crummy" side when it came to hitting. Yea, I was growing more nervous with each strikeout. Sometimes to the point I didn't even like going up to the plate. I wouldn't say afraid. I wouldn't.
My dad decided all we needed to do, was go the the batting cages. He bought me the biggest baseball bat he could find, a giant 36 inch piece of lumber. Off we went to Jim Hearn driving range and batting cages on Buford Highway, and he set me up in the fast pitch cage. Well, here we go. Dad said, "This is gonna be easy." He had me choked up almost three hands so I could swing the stupid tree trunk. I was tired after twenty swings. Done by thirty.
Dad told me the bat was so big, it would make hitting the ball easier? All I had to do was make contact. He taught me not to bring the bat back all the way, and up so high - but to lay it out, then step, and turn my hips into the pitch. In time, I even hit a few of the fastest pitches, eventually. OK, I fouled off one or two. We went home.
On the way, after McDonalds, he explained, if I could just learn to swing that big bat and just "make contact", the faster the pitcher, the further the ball would go.
Dad took me back to the batting cages, again, and again, and again. Week, after week. No one wanted to go to the batting cages that much. No one I knew. Soon, I was hitting some, then half, then most of the fastest pitches. But I still didn't love going. Who would? Two, three times a week?
Back on the baseball field, the season was grinding on, and about half over. My little league coach would still NOT let me use the giant baseball bat my dad got for me. He said no kid should be swinging a giant hunk of lumber like that, and certainly not a small strikout specialist like me. I wasn't striking out every time? Was I?
Finally, before one game, our coach told me I would be able to use the rediculous giant baseball bat. (I still think my dad had a chat with him). I had at least a little confidence with it, so, I got excited.
The excitement faded. I was batting last. This giant bat made me look silly. In time, wouldn't you know it. The bases are loaded, and it's my turn to hit. There are two outs. Perfect. I remember thinking, "I hate this stupid bat". As I stepped on deck I could already see the look on my coach's face. Not happy. Not happy.
This could be the most humiliating day of my life. Best pitcher in the league on the mound. He was one of the biggest kids, and the fastest pitchers I would ever see.. My dad was behind the fence almost out in left field. I could see him wave his hand as if to say, "this will be easy for you." I thought he was a nut. A lunatic who yelled at me allot at the batting cages. Certified crazy. Easy? My butt.
Up to the plate I went, a few practice swings. Here comes the first pitch. I took a swing, turned my hips. CRACK! No one was more shocked. I hit it. I hit the stupid ball. I watch it go high and left, and to the side, see my dad's smiling face following the ball as just barely, and I mean barely - we all watched it go over the left field fence.
I was in a slow stride of surreal shock to first base and beyond. Everything at that moment played in slow motion. And by the time I got around to home plate, my entire team was there waiting, screaming, jumping. I was so excited, and so in shock. My stomach felt like we had just crested the giant hill on a roller coaster. Felt a little like I was going to throw up. What just happened? A Grand slam.
A kid had retrieved the ball, and after the high fives and settling down - my coach was sitting there with a pen. He was about to sign my ball. I jumped up without really thinking what I was doing, not thinking I may hurt his feelings. He had just given me a great idea! I snatched the ball from his hand, and the pen from the other, ran out to near the left field fence. I tossed my dad the ball, and the pen, (he knew what for) and ran back to the dugout for the rest of the game.
By the way, two innings later, I hit a second home run. You're not going to believe this, but I hit a home run in each of the next four games to wrap up the season. All with that big, stupid tree stump, baseball bat - choked up almost three hands.
I don't mind going to the batting cages.
My dad would tell ya.
Get a big bat.
Go to the cages.
Do what no else wants to do.
Grand Slam.
Easy.
At the center of Keller Williams Realty's learning-based culture, Keller Willliams University (KWU) provides a curriculum addressing every aspect of success as a real estate professional. KWU Classes are offered within local real estate offices, at the regional level, and at the national level in Austin, Texas.Multimedia distance learning is also offered online, via KWConnect, the real estate industry's most innovative distance learning program.Considered by many to be the leading coaching and masterminding program in the real estate industry, Keller Williams’ Mega Achievement Productivity Systems (MAPS) was the recipient of the 2009 Stevie Award for Sales Training or Coaching Program of the Year. MAPS coaches are committed to transforming the careers of real estate professionals via a range of programs that focus on letting go of limiting beliefs and being held accountable to the actions needed to achieve goals. Family Reunion, Keller Williams Realty’s annual gathering of associates, is the best-attended company event in real estate. Close to 10,000 associates from across North America gather every year for inspiration, insights and market-leading information to power their productivity to the next level.The Millionaire Real Estate Agent is a how-to book for transforming agents’ sales careers into thriving businesses. Drawing from both personal experiences and those of other millionaire agents throughout North America, Gary Keller, along with his writing team of Dave Jenks and Jay Papasan, created a step-by-step guide to achieving a million-dollar sales career. The book is one of the best-selling real estate career guides in history.SHIFT: How Top Real Estate Agents Tackle Tough Times, is the latest book from Gary Keller’s best-selling writing team. SHIFT explores 12 proven tactics to jump-start a real estate business during tough times and power it forward when markets rebound.
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A True Story.
At about 11 years old I was a little on the small side. But I did love baseball. Watching Hank Aaron at Fulton County Stadium with my brothers Matty and Brian - and the Reichlings. Yea, Kim, Tom (T-bone), Bucky, Ponder, and Willie. We all went. It was fun to watch, but even more fun to play.
Playing baseball, wanted to be just like my dad. I still remember watching dad play ball when I was even younger up in Jersey. Baseball was the most awesome game I had ever seen. Dad was good too. I knew he was good. Best in South Amboy, maybe. Well, maybe.
So, here, of course it was my turn. Living now in Atlanta, all my friends played, and we had a blast. Ira Haber, Ronnie Topper, Jim Duke, Marc greene, Lou West and few other goober heads.
I was an OK player, but a little on the "crummy" side when it came to hitting. Yea, I was growing more nervous with each strikeout. Sometimes to the point I didn't even like going up to the plate. I wouldn't say afraid. I wouldn't.
My dad decided all we needed to do, was go the the batting cages. He bought me the biggest baseball bat he could find, a giant 36 inch piece of lumber. Off we went to Jim Hearn driving range and batting cages on Buford Highway, and he set me up in the fast pitch cage. Well, here we go. Dad said, "This is gonna be easy." He had me choked up almost three hands so I could swing the stupid tree trunk. I was tired after twenty swings. Done by thirty.
Dad told me the bat was so big, it would make hitting the ball easier? All I had to do was make contact. He taught me not to bring the bat back all the way, and up so high - but to lay it out, then step, and turn my hips into the pitch. In time, I even hit a few of the fastest pitches, eventually. OK, I fouled off one or two. We went home.
On the way, after McDonalds, he explained, if I could just learn to swing that big bat and just "make contact", the faster the pitcher, the further the ball would go.
Dad took me back to the batting cages, again, and again, and again. Week, after week. No one wanted to go to the batting cages that much. No one I knew. Soon, I was hitting some, then half, then most of the fastest pitches. But I still didn't love going. Who would? Two, three times a week?
Back on the baseball field, the season was grinding on, and about half over. My little league coach would still NOT let me use the giant baseball bat my dad got for me. He said no kid should be swinging a giant hunk of lumber like that, and certainly not a small strikout specialist like me. I wasn't striking out every time? Was I?
Finally, before one game, our coach told me I would be able to use the rediculous giant baseball bat. (I still think my dad had a chat with him). I had at least a little confidence with it, so, I got excited.
The excitement faded. I was batting last. This giant bat made me look silly. In time, wouldn't you know it. The bases are loaded, and it's my turn to hit. There are two outs. Perfect. I remember thinking, "I hate this stupid bat". As I stepped on deck I could already see the look on my coach's face. Not happy. Not happy.
This could be the most humiliating day of my life. Best pitcher in the league on the mound. He was one of the biggest kids, and the fastest pitchers I would ever see.. My dad was behind the fence almost out in left field. I could see him wave his hand as if to say, "this will be easy for you." I thought he was a nut. A lunatic who yelled at me allot at the batting cages. Certified crazy. Easy? My butt.
Up to the plate I went, a few practice swings. Here comes the first pitch. I took a swing, turned my hips. CRACK! No one was more shocked. I hit it. I hit the stupid ball. I watch it go high and left, and to the side, see my dad's smiling face following the ball as just barely, and I mean barely - we all watched it go over the left field fence.
I was in a slow stride of surreal shock to first base and beyond. Everything at that moment played in slow motion. And by the time I got around to home plate, my entire team was there waiting, screaming, jumping. I was so excited, and so in shock. My stomach felt like we had just crested the giant hill on a roller coaster. Felt a little like I was going to throw up. What just happened? A Grand slam.
A kid had retrieved the ball, and after the high fives and settling down - my coach was sitting there with a pen. He was about to sign my ball. I jumped up without really thinking what I was doing, not thinking I may hurt his feelings. He had just given me a great idea! I snatched the ball from his hand, and the pen from the other, ran out to near the left field fence. I tossed my dad the ball, and the pen, (he knew what for) and ran back to the dugout for the rest of the game.
By the way, two innings later, I hit a second home run. You're not going to believe this, but I hit a home run in each of the next four games to wrap up the season. All with that big, stupid tree stump, baseball bat - choked up almost three hands.
I don't mind going to the batting cages.
My dad would tell ya.
Get a big bat.
Go to the cages.
Do what no else wants to do.
Grand Slam.
Easy.
