I was asked by Dr. S and his wife D if I would consider going to a major SW city, to live with his brother, an ailing Osteopathic physician himself, and in addition to life coaching, be a live in home chef. To be what I would call a TRUE chef, you have to be able to do it all and many chef’s who are great at savory, are terrified of desserts. So I cannot by my standards call myself a home chef, since desserts iare not my forte, but virtually all else are.
After meeting S and detailed discussions with his daughter, we agreed to give it a try. And off I went.
It went great. S started to loose weight, walk several miles nightly, go to the gym, eat three regular good meals per day.
To her credit, some thought his daughter would be a real problem for me. She was not. We met at the country club, on morning one, gave me two $500 pre-paid cards for groceries and a serious debriefing. I never saw her again. The thought was she would be all over me. She was not. They trusted me. Since A. and her husband R. had built a portfolio of $50m in assets, these were no fools. But my reputation for knowing what to do was quickly sized up by them as valid, and it was good arrangement.
S. had a bad dementia, perhaps alzheimer’s and OCD, but the diet and movement did wonders. My fees were not an issue, and it came down to fit. Arrangements were made to get me a second ticket back, for a return trip for more, but S. prevailed. We did not continue. He is in a walker now. Had we been able to go on…