Hands up if you've ever shared with someone what you thought was an amazing idea, only to have that someone rain all over it, leaving you as deflated as the month old balloon your 3-year-old saved from their birthday party.
I have two hands up. If I had nine hands I'd have all of them up.
Hands up if someone has ever come to you with an idea, as excited as a kid on Christmas Eve and you've had to burst their balloon because you knew it would never work. I should have two hands up. In fact I should have my nine hands up again.
I am as ashamed of this as I am of the venture I had going when I was 9 which involved stealing old ladies' garden flowers and selling them back to them. (Quite lucrative given the going rate was between 20 and 50 cents or a Mallowpuff.)
Who was I to tell someone their idea, their fabulous dream, would never work? Some all-knowing entrepreneur who had stacked up 99 successes against just one failure and could predict fairly accurately just what would work and what wouldn't?