“The road to wealth, is as plain as the road to the mill.” It is there for all of us. We just need to choose it, and obey by the laws of gaining wealth. Below are the thirty-seven laws I have extracted, from PT Barnums , “The Art of Money Getting”. Law # 1 – income must be greater than your expenses. Track your needs and luxuries for two weeks, to get an idea of where you are spending more, and could be saving. Law #2 – Do not cheap out on something that will gain you more than the cost. True knowledge is far greater than the cost of it. Law #3 – Do not bother to keep up with the Jones’s. Nor should you be bothered by feeling judged by others. Be more frugal in your items of ownership. Law #4 – Keeping up with the Jones’s , does not make you equal. Law #5 – Like attracts like. You cannot be on the road to wealth, if you overspend all the time. Overspending leads to poverty. Law #6 - when accumulating wealth, it is important to still live within your means. Law #7 – Good health is more important than wealth. Good health is also the basis for happiness. Law # 8 – The Laws of Health = The Laws of Nature Law # 9 - Even the wealthy cannot escape the laws of nature and physics. Law # 10- The “sin of ignorance” will not transcend the laws of nature. Law #11- addictions violate the laws of nature, and will cause muddled thinking, and judgements. One must have a clear brain, and plan to be successful and accumulate wealth. Law # 12- Follow your gifts and passions to find your vocation Law #13 – Practice your vocation in the right location. The wrong location can kill your vocation. Law #14 – Do not get into debt. Money is an excellent servant, and a horrible master. Law #15 – Nothing grows so faithfully as money working day and night, that is secured. Law #16 – Perseverance, also known as self-reliance, is critical to financial success, and can be learned. Law # 17 – Commit 110% to your cause, and have faith Law # 18 – Gain knowledge everyday, especially in your business. Know your business thoroughly. Law #19 - Exercise caution in laying out your plans, but be BOLD in executing them! Law #20 – Never have anything to do with an unlucky man, or place. Like begets like, and if he is unlucky, it is for a reason. Law #21 – Hire good help, that is faithful and loyal. Law #22 – Study Human nature. It is a key to your growth and development. Law # 23 – the best way to acquire wealth, is to make it yourself. You will know the value of experience. Law #24 – the greatest ambition is to excel in your profession. There is always room at the top, even if the basement is crowded. Law #25 – Everyone should learn a trade, so that if the tides change, you have another means of making money. Law #26 – Dreams must be brought to life, through action Law #27 – Focus!!! Scattered minds miss many golden opportunities. Law #28 – Use Systems – they can bring balance to your life, as long as you are not anal with them. Law #29 – Read the newspapers to keep up with business info and trends. Law # 30- Invest your money wisely, moderately and/or philanthropically Law #31 – Indorse with caution Law #32 – Marketing & Advertising is essential to business. Law #33 – Treat your customers as you would like to be treated (the golden rule) Law #34 – Be charitable, and give from the heart. Law #35 – Do not gossip about your business or money matters. Law #36 – Make your money honestly. IT affords you the gratification of blessing our race, by enabling you to enlargen the scope of human happiness and human influence. The desire for wealth is nearly universal, and none can say it is not worthy, provided you, accept its responsibility, and use it as a friend to humanity. Law #37 – Money Makers are the benefactors of our race. Without them, many of our churches, colleges, and museums, (to name a few) would not have been built. Quoting Shakespeare, “He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends.” I'd like to live life with all three, what about you?

       Throughout the years I’ve struggled with myself in the way that I had the habit of starting something and not finishing it. I would make-up excuses and reasons of why I should stop doing whatever I was doing; whether it was a painting I was finishing, landscaping at home, going to college, or even writing a blog. I would always quit before it was time. Perhaps I was settling for what was more comfortable? Maybe I was afraid of success? Or maybe I was just being lazy? Whatever it was, it was draining me physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I would think things like, “What if I sold my painting and someone wanted me to paint 15 more for them? Then I’d really have to hustle and take my hobby more seriously.” Or I would say, “What if I actually do finish college and graduate? Then I’d have to do hours and hours of internships, and then I’d have to go to 500 interviews before someone would finally decide to take a chance and hire me.”
       All of these reasons were negative and pathetic excuses. This way of thinking had been holding me back all my life. I don’t know why I thought this way or what might have happened to me when I was younger to cause me to think so negatively and lack the self-confidence that I needed to excel and see things through. It’s a mystery even to me. But as of this day, I choose to change my way of thinking because ultimately, by the grace of God my way of thinking will change the way I am living.
       This is my Declaration of Independence! A declaration that will now define who I am and who I want to be. For far too long I’ve made decisions where I settled for less. These decisions have not only held me down but have also held down those around me, and those who depend on me. No more. No more procrastinating. No more fearfulness for it is fear that will now be my guide and my motivation.
       This is my declaration of independence! By the end of this year 2011, I will complete the MMM Challenge with HONORS. With the help of my mentors I will close at least 5 wholesale deals (or more!), 2 lease option deals and by end 2012 I will be crushing the local real estate market. I will be living like God intended me to live, and my family and loved ones will see that one does not have to live poorly and miserably for the rest of their lives. They will know that we have a choice and that we can re-define our lives. We have the power to break the mold and we can re-shape out own lives and destinies into whatever we wish them to be-should we make the sincere decision to commit to our own success and happiness.
       This is my declaration of independence! I declare independence from fear, poverty, negativity and all other things that have held me back from true success and brought me down. No more will these people, things, and thoughts govern my life and my destiny. I declare my life my own! I declare my destiny my own! And as such I will shape my life as I see fit, and right now-success seems to fit me pretty darn well.

To Your Success,
Hector Torres

A tale of when I wanted to quit, but stuck it out . . . This event happened many moons ago, but nonetheless, it was a defining moment in my life. I started playing field hockey in 7th grade. It was my first time on team sports. I was pretty athletic, but up until that point, all my sports had either been individual, or neighborhood pick-up games. I continued playing through high school. When I was in the 11th grade, I was cut from the team. I was cut from the team, and did not even see it coming. During tryouts, I was a little nervous about being cut, because I knew I was not the best player; but I also had a pretty good idea of how the Varsity and Junior Varsity teams were going to be formed. Since there were only 3 grades in our high school, and I was clearly better than any of the sophomores, I really thought I was pretty safe at making the JV team. NOPE. My name was not there on the Junior Varsity list. I could not believe it. My teammates could not believe it. It was like having a dagger put through my chest. My teammates told me to go talk to the coach. I went to the varsity coach and had a talk with her. The varsity coach told me, I was good enough to play on JV, but not on Varsity. However, she also decided, She would rather have my slot opened on the Junior Varsity team for a younger player, or a Senior, whom she preferred. She would use the Senior - Patti, on JV¸ to deepen her Varsity bench, or bring her up due to team injuries. I was very sad, and hurt. I just wanted to go home and cry. My fall schedule had suddenly changed, but I had already planned on staying after for practice. Since I missed the bus and had to wait for a ride home, I walked to the store with my ex-teammates for our usual afternoon snacks and break. While at the store, someone told me they thought they heard that Patti was going to quit. She wanted a varsity position and was not willing to play on JV. Man, I wanted that position. With the encouragement of my teammates I decided to speak to the coach and ask her for a position back on the JV team. I was scared out of my wits, but decided I had nothing to lose. I really did not expect anything but, “I’m sorry, I’d rather a sophomore on the team, than you.” SO after our walk to the store, and a couple of trips to the bathroom, I finally found the courage to go into speak to the coach. I told her, I had heard that Patti was thinking about quitting. She told me, that Patti was not just thinking about it, but that she had actually already quit. Right away I had a flood of emotions – I was equally relieved, and petrified. From fear, I clenched my fists at my side, took a quick breath and decided now was the time to go for it. “Coach”, I said. “ I would like Patti’s place on the team.” She then asked me if I was willing to work hard for it, and dig deeper than I had before. I assured her I would. I walked out of my coach’s office, with my dignity and my position back. I ran to tell my teammates and get changed for practice. Needless, to say, my abilities, and my confidence grew over that year. My coach was also my gym teacher. She saw me grow aggressively in the sports arena. We had co-ed gym, and she saw my attitude about making sure I could not be beat in sports, “just because you are a guy”, mindset. You might beat me, but I was going to give it my all and go out dying! I learned, that in order to get the ball against a guy, you needed to throw an elbow or two to keep the guys out of your space. When they figured out you were serious, they would give you a little space to see your abilities. When they figured out you were good enough, they would leave you alone. I started to play co-ed pick-up volleyball after school w/ many of the top male jocks, AND I held my own! By springtime, I found my groove. I was confident, and good. In several of my gym classes, some of my male jock friends had tried to get beat me in several sports. I usually ended up taking one or two of them out, during the gym period. The male coaches of the school, started coming over to me and my coach, asking me to take it easy on their athletes. My coach/gym teacher was psyched! She knew something I didn’t. She knew that my greatest foe on the field, had been my lack of confidence. She also knew that with my new found confidence, I would be a different and better player on the field! She told me several times, she could not wait to see me on the field, my senior year, practically guaranteeing me a spot. In August, my senior year, I made the team. But just one day after the cuts were made, my coach announced she was leaving the team, and going to coach Bentley College, effective tomorrow. She explained how this was a great opportunity, and promotion for her. “Are you kidding me?” I thought. Needless to say, everyone else on the team had the exact same thought. For the next three weeks, we were more or less self-coached. We finally got a coach, but our team was not real confident in her, or her abilities. She was young, and had not even coached a team yet. We figured we were doomed for the season. Last year’s team was incredible. But we had lost all the star players, over half the team, and a great head coach. Behind our new coach’s back, we decided as a team, that if nothing else, we would have a great camaraderie, and make sure we had fun. We wanted to win a few games, and set a team goal of winning 50%. We had a coach that was in it, at least for the season. By the time we had played five games, we had a few weeks with our new coach. Just before we got off the bus, she stood at the front of the bus. She said, “Ladies, this is a significant game. You have a record of 2-2-1. You have two wins, two losses, and one tie. It is time now to make a decision as a team. Do you want to have more wins, or losses? Or do you want to add another tie, which is not even like playing a game? But you have to decide now, and that will determine how you play. ” That struck a chord with me. I got up, and said, “You know what girls, coach is right. Let’s go out and play our heart out today. Let’s make Coach Mullen, regret she left us, and show her, we don’t need her!” Turns out, we won that game. It was a very difficult game. The other team was a dirty, extremely aggressive, but also a very skilled team. They almost beat us with their cheap tricks, trips, and punches. We held our heads high, we did not stoop to their level of playing, and kicked our determination up a notch. When we walked off the field we walked off bruised and beaten, but nonetheless victorious. With our victory, came more determination. After that win, we gave ourselves a team pep-talk before every game, and we won the rest of our games in our regular season. We ended up in a tie for first place, in the first division of the state of Massachussetts. We went to the play offs. After the first play-off game, I started to get run down. I got a cold, but I kept on practicing and playing. This was our season, and I did not want to let my teammates down. The substitute player for my position, was excited for the opportunity to play for me. She made sure to give her best, at all of our practices. As the playoffs went on, my cold got worse. I developed bronchitis, and then pneumonia. I would be running down the field, coughing, and hacking, during the games. My teammates knew I was sick and learned not to pay attention to me, but the other teams were initially be very concerned for me. My last 4 games were physically awful. When we had a penalty, or timeout, I was usually over the side line, vomiting. It got to the point, that my grandmother, and mother could no longer watch me play. They were too worried I was going to need an ambulance, to take me to the hospital. Looking back, it’s quite funnyy though - I remember looking at my team in a huddle between halves, and they were very intensely listening to coach. I, on the other hand, was intensely heaving up half a lung. At the quarter¬-finals, during our pre-game warm up; I was thinking I feel really crummy. I don’t think I want to play today. What does it matter if I quit playing for the remainder of the season? No one will blame me, they all know I have pneumonia. In fact, they have all told me, I should rest on the sidelines, and let my back up, Lisa play for me. As I was having all this self-talk in my head, Lisa came in line behind me, and said, “You know, Alis, if you don’t want to play, or if you feel you need a rest at anytime in the game, let me know. I am happy and ready to help you and the team out.” She was being a great team player, but that was just the kick in the butt, I needed. That comment instantaneously changed my attitude. I sucked up, all the pain, fatigue, and difficulty breathing I was having, and I made the decision, I was going to play. Not only play, but play well, and not give Lisa the satisfaction of playing for me. The poor kid, she never knew what hit her! The ironic thing about that game . . . it was the longest game on record in the state at that time. We played two 45 min halves, as usual, but we tied 1-1. Because it was the playoffs, we went into overtime. I had played the entire 90 minutes of the game. Regulation rules state, if you played the last ten minutes of the second half, you had to play in the overtime¸ with no substitutions. Little did I know that I would end up playing, a double overtime, and then sudden death. I played field hockey for 2hrs 18 min. WITH pneumonia! By the time we got to the sudden death round, I was not the only one on the field, who didn’t care which team won. Most of the players on both teams, just wanted SOMEONE to score, so we could stop playing and go home! We all knew we had played our best, and at that point, that was enough personal satisfaction. Fortunately, for the Woburn Tannerettes, one of our forwards, was a little hungrier than anyone else, and scored the winning goal - by shear drive. Thank God, the game was over! We played two more games, and we won them both. We were Division I State Champions, and I had played every minute of every playoff game. After winning our Final game, we had a huge team party and sleepover. I went to the party and tried to sleepover, but I was just too sick. I left the party, and went home sick, in the middle of the night. I ended up missing the following week of school, and most of the school honors and banquets for the team. I did make it to the Fall Season Sports Banquet, though. We were awarded our various trophies, rings, jackets, etc. for being the Division One State Champions. At that banquet, I was surprisingly awarded the largest trophy in all the fall sports teams, from the Mayor. It was the Unsung Hero’s award, in memoriam of his late wife. It was a very touching moment. I also found out, my team unanimously voted me the recipient. I wanted to give up a couple of times in my field hockey career. • When my coach didn’t think I was I was good enough for the team, I didn’t think I was good enough for the team. I wanted to just crawl under a rock, and not re-approach her. • When I was sick with pneumonia. I just wanted to go home and get in bed. But I am so glad I did not give up. Those were defining moments in my life. Lessons learned from them: • Get Clear about what you want, and ask for it. • If you don’t ask, you’ll never get it. • If you are not willing to speak up for yourself, you cannot negotiate on behalf of yourself. • You reap what you sow. • Action is all that matters – taking action started building confidence. • Humility is power, I was humbled enough to want to do better. • If it ain’t fun, it ain’t worth doing. And most importantly, Unity is the ONLY way. We were a team without any stars, and without a coach. But our determination, and team spirit, is what got us to winning the state title. Because we had no stars, we learned how to play to everyone’s strengths, and to protect each other’s weaknesses. As a team, we became the “Queen of Victory.” This has recently become a mantra of mine, to increase my inner strength. I am a Queen of Victory! Long Live the Queen!  PS I am not telling you what year that was, since some of you were not even born yet! LMAO

This event happened many moons ago, but nonetheless, it was a defining moment in my life. I started playing field hockey in 7th grade. It was my first time on team sports. I was pretty athletic, but up until that point, all my sports had either been individual, or neighborhood pick-up games. I continued playing through high school. When I was in the 11th grade, I was cut from the team. I was cut from the team, and did not even see it coming. During tryouts, I was a little nervous about being cut, because I knew I was not the best player; but I also had a pretty good idea of how the Varsity and Junior Varsity teams were going to be formed. Since there were only 3 grades in our high school, and I was clearly better than any of the sophomores, I really thought I was pretty safe at making the JV team. NOPE. My name was not there on the Junior Varsity list. I could not believe it. My teammates could not believe it. It was like having a dagger put through my chest. My teammates told me to go talk to the coach. I went to the varsity coach and had a talk with her. The varsity coach told me, I was good enough to play on JV, but not on Varsity. However, she also decided, She would rather have my slot opened on the Junior Varsity team for a younger player, or a Senior, whom she preferred. She would use the Senior - Patti, on JV¸ to deepen her Varsity bench, or bring her up due to team injuries. I was very sad, and hurt. I just wanted to go home and cry. My fall schedule had suddenly changed, but I had already planned on staying after for practice. Since I missed the bus and had to wait for a ride home, I walked to the store with my ex-teammates for our usual afternoon snacks and break. While at the store, someone told me they thought they heard that Patti was going to quit. She wanted a varsity position and was not willing to play on JV. Man, I wanted that position. With the encouragement of my teammates I decided to speak to the coach and ask her for a position back on the JV team. I was scared out of my wits, but decided I had nothing to lose. I really did not expect anything but, “I’m sorry, I’d rather a sophomore on the team, than you.” So after our walk to the store, and a couple of trips to the bathroom, I finally found the courage to go into speak to the coach. I told her, I had heard that Patti was thinking about quitting. She told me, that Patti was not just thinking about it, but that she had actually already quit. Right away I had a flood of emotions – I was equally relieved, and petrified. From fear, I clenched my fists at my side, took a quick breath and decided now was the time to go for it. “Coach”, I said. “ I would like Patti’s place on the team.” She then asked me if I was willing to work hard for it, and dig deeper than I had before. I assured her I would. I walked out of my coach’s office, with my dignity and my position back. I ran to tell my teammates and get changed for practice. Needless, to say, my abilities, and my confidence grew over that year. My coach was also my gym teacher. She saw me grow aggressively in the sports arena. We had co-ed gym, and she saw my attitude about making sure I could not be beat in sports, “just because you are a guy”, mindset. You might beat me, but I was going to give it my all and go out dying! I learned, that in order to get the ball against a guy, you needed to throw an elbow or two to keep the guys out of your space. When they figured out you were serious, they would give you a little space to see your abilities. When they figured out you were good enough, they would leave you alone. I started to play co-ed pick-up volleyball after school w/ many of the top male jocks, AND I held my own! By springtime, I found my groove. I was confident, and good. In several of my gym classes, some of my male jock friends had tried to get beat me in several sports. I usually ended up taking one or two of them out, during the gym period. The male coaches of the school, started coming over to me and my coach, asking me to take it easy on their athletes. My coach/gym teacher was psyched! She knew something I didn’t. She knew that my greatest foe on the field, had been my lack of confidence. She also knew that with my new found confidence, I would be a different and better player on the field! She told me several times, she could not wait to see me on the field, my senior year, practically guaranteeing me a spot. In August, my senior year, I made the team. But just one day after the cuts were made, my coach announced she was leaving the team, and going to coach Bentley College, effective tomorrow. She explained how this was a great opportunity, and promotion for her. “Are you kidding me?” I thought. Needless to say, everyone else on the team had the exact same thought. For the next three weeks, we were more or less self-coached. We finally got a coach, but our team was not real confident in her, or her abilities. She was young, and had not even coached a team yet. We figured we were doomed for the season. Last year’s team was incredible. But we had lost all the star players, over half the team, and a great head coach. Behind our new coach’s back, we decided as a team, that if nothing else, we would have a great camaraderie, and make sure we had fun. We wanted to win a few games, and set a team goal of winning 50%. We had a coach that was in it, at least for the season. By the time we had played five games, we had a few weeks with our new coach. Just before we got off the bus, she stood at the front of the bus. She said, “Ladies, this is a significant game. You have a record of 2-2-1. You have two wins, two losses, and one tie. It is time now to make a decision as a team. Do you want to have more wins, or losses? Or do you want to add another tie, which is not even like playing a game? But you have to decide now, and that will determine how you play. ” That struck a chord with me. I got up, and said, “You know what girls, coach is right. Let’s go out and play our heart out today. Let’s make Coach Mullen, regret she left us, and show her, we don’t need her!” Turns out, we won that game. It was a very difficult game. The other team was a dirty, extremely aggressive, but also a very skilled team. They almost beat us with their cheap tricks, trips, and punches. We held our heads high, we did not stoop to their level of playing, and kicked our determination up a notch. When we walked off the field we walked off bruised and beaten, but nonetheless victorious. With our victory, came more determination. After that win, we gave ourselves a team pep-talk before every game, and we won the rest of our games in our regular season. We ended up in a tie for first place, in the first division of the state of Massachusetts. We went to the play offs. After the first play-off game, I started to get run down. I got a cold, but I kept on practicing and playing. This was our season, and I did not want to let my teammates down. The substitute player for my position, was excited for the opportunity to play for me. She made sure to give her best, at all of our practices. As the playoffs went on, my cold got worse. I developed bronchitis, and then pneumonia. I would be running down the field, coughing, and hacking, during the games. My teammates knew I was sick and learned not to pay attention to me, but the other teams were initially be very concerned for me. My last 4 games were physically awful. When we had a penalty, or timeout, I was usually over the side line, vomiting. It got to the point, that my grandmother, and mother could no longer watch me play. They were too worried I was going to need an ambulance, to take me to the hospital. Looking back, it’s quite funny though - I remember looking at my team in a huddle between halves, and they were very intensely listening to coach. I, on the other hand, was intensely heaving up half a lung. At the quarter-finals, during our pre-game warm up; I was thinking I feel really crummy. I don’t think I want to play today. What does it matter if I quit playing for the remainder of the season? No one will blame me, they all know I have pneumonia. In fact, they have all told me, I should rest on the sidelines, and let my back up, Lisa play for me. As I was having all this self-talk in my head, Lisa came in line behind me, and said, “You know, Alis, if you don’t want to play, or if you feel you need a rest at anytime in the game, let me know. I am happy and ready to help you and the team out.” She was being a great team player, but that was just the kick in the butt, I needed. That comment instantaneously changed my attitude. I sucked up, all the pain, fatigue, and difficulty breathing I was having, and I made the decision, I was going to play. Not only play, but play well, and not give Lisa the satisfaction of playing for me. The poor kid, she never knew what hit her! The ironic thing about that game . . . it was the longest game on record in the state at that time. We played two 45 min halves, as usual, but we tied 1-1. Because it was the playoffs, we went into overtime. I had played the entire 90 minutes of the game. Regulation rules state, if you played the last ten minutes of the second half, you had to play in the overtime¸ with no substitutions. Little did I know that I would end up playing, a double overtime, and then sudden death. I played field hockey for 2hrs 18 min. WITH pneumonia! By the time we got to the sudden death round, I was not the only one on the field, who didn’t care which team won. Most of the players on both teams, just wanted SOMEONE to score, so we could stop playing and go home! We all knew we had played our best, and at that point, that was enough personal satisfaction. Fortunately, for the Woburn Tannerettes, one of our forwards, was a little hungrier than anyone else, and scored the winning goal - by shear drive. Thank God, the game was over! We played two more games, and we won them both. We were Division I State Champions, and I had played every minute of every playoff game. WHEN I WANTED TO QUIT After winning our Final game, we had a huge team party and sleepover. I went to the party and tried to sleepover, but I was just too sick. I left the party, and went home sick, in the middle of the night. I ended up missing the following week of school, and most of the school honors and banquets for the team. I did make it to the Fall Season Sports Banquet, though. We were awarded our various trophies, rings, jackets, etc. for being the Division One State Champions. At that banquet, I was surprisingly awarded the largest trophy in all the fall sports teams, from the Mayor. It was the Unsung Hero’s award, in memoriam of his late wife. It was a very touching moment. I also found out, my team unanimously voted me the recipient. I wanted to give up a couple of times in my field hockey career. When my coach didn’t think I was I was good enough for the team, I didn’t think I was good enough for the team. I wanted to just crawl under a rock, and not re-approach her. When I was sick with pneumonia. I just wanted to go home and get in bed. But I am so glad I did not give up. Those were defining moments in my life. LESSONS LEARNT FROM NOT QUITTING: Get Clear about what you want, and ask for it. If you don’t ask, you’ll never get it. If you are not willing to speak up for yourself, you cannot negotiate on behalf of yourself. You reap what you sow. Action is all that matters – taking action started building confidence. Humility is power, I was humbled enough to want to do better. If it ain’t fun, it ain’t worth doing. And most importantly, Unity is the ONLY way. We were a team without any stars, and without a coach. But our determination, and team spirit, is what got us to winning the state title. Because we had no stars, we learned how to play to everyone’s strengths, and to protect each other’s weaknesses. As a team, we became the “Queen of Victory.” This has recently become a mantra of mine, to increase my inner strength. I am a Queen of Victory! Long Live the Queen! PS - I am not telling you what year that was, since some of you were not even born yet! LMAO

Ever since i was a kid reading Og Mandino books i wanted to make a living without actually going to a JOB...I "blame" my Dad "he was a self help junky"  for my entrepreneurial spirit awakened at an early age so this fantastic audio by Steve Pavlina just came to mind for those wanting to start an Online biz or a drink coffe and press send biz!!
By
Fabio Sekoff
Viral Marketing Networks

No, my son, do not aspire for wealth an labor not only to be rich.
Strive instead for hapinnes, to be loved and to love, and most important to acquire peace of mind and serenity! A quote from Mentor to disciple in Og Mandino's Greatest Salesman In The World book!

Pavlina-006-How-to-Make-Money-Without-a-Job.mp3

Audio from Steve Pavlina

Personal Development for Smart People

            At first I saw God as my observer, as my judge keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know if I merited Heaven or Hell when I die. He was out there sort of like the president- I recognized His picture when I saw it , but I really didn't know Him. But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike-ride. But it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was at the back helping me peddle. Now, I don't know just when it was that He suggested that we switch places, but life has not been the same since.

               When I had control I knew the way. It was rather boring, but it was predictable. It was the safest and shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful LONG-cuts. Up mountains and through rocky places, at break-neck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness he said, "Peddle! Peddle!!"

               I worried, I was anxious, and I asked, "Wh-where are you taking me!?"  He laughed and didn't answer. And so I started to learn to trust Him and soon I forgot my boring life and entered into-His adventure. When I'd say, "Hey, I'm scared!" he'd lean back and touch my hand.

                He took me to people with gifts I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey. My Lord's and mine, and we were off again. He would then say, "Hey give those gifts away now, they're extra baggage! Too much weight!" and so I did and gave them to the people we met along our journey, and I found that in giving- I received; and still our burden was light.

    I didn't trust Him at first, in control of my life. I thought he'd wreck it! But he knows bikes secrets. He knows how to make it bend to turn sharp corners. He knows how to make it jump to clear high rocks, and he even knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

Now I'm learning to shut-up and peddle in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face and my delightful constant companion-Jesus Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore - He just smiles and says, "Peddle! Peddle!"

 

By: Rev. Chuck Swindoll

 

Teamwork.  I had to laugh the first time I heard Robert Kiyosaki say something to the effect of, “Teamwork is called ‘cheating’ in school.”  In the world of business, I’m beginning to see more and more that teamwork is an absolute must.  There are many moving parts to a successful business, and it’s very tough for one person to be an expert in all of those areas, especially if they want to have a life.  We all have different strengths, weakness, skill sets, etc.

In the process of applying for the MMM Challenge, I’ve had to do some reflecting as all of us have.  In my reflecting, I’ve realized that because I haven’t had a team, I’ve been forced to try to do everything myself, and that has really hindered my success.  In order to be really successful, I think it’s important to focus your energy on your key strengths.  I’m really looking forward to the opportunity to be a part of the team that the Directors are assembling for this Challenge.  I believe that it will allow everyone involved to truly shine, and that we will all be more successful as a result of the teamwork.

Many of us that have applied for the challenge have been struggling to get breakthrough and find the success we’re looking for.  I’m encouraged by Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 when I think about this Challenge.  It says, “Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. 10 If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble. 11 Likewise, two people lying close together can keep each other warm. But how can one be warm alone? 12 A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.”

I’m looking forward to all of the stories of personal breakthroughs and success that are going to come as a result of the teamwork in this years Challenge!

As we watch March Madness
What is a loss in sports?  
What is a loss in Real Estate Investment?
Well to some of us they are similar but in Real Estate it is a  deep seeded experience  that teaches us a lesson of what not to do. We all have experienced some loss in this business but has it stop you from doing the next deal.  If you  are reading this then I don't think it has stop you in your tracks at all. The loss has told you a lesson of not taking anything for granted and to do you due diligence. We aspire to know every thing but we are human beings and when we know all, we know nothing. The loss has given us a learning/teaching  moment and has shown us our vulnerbilites and  shows we need a mentor who has been a through similar experience. Judgement and good common sense  will get you through a lot of experiences but a mentor with them will get you through all in a favorable position.

Think about it?   What can you do for someone and or for yourself  to get to the next level .       

1. Always have a passion for what you want to do.
2. Always speak the truth not a forked tongue.
3. Take criticism as a way to learn from your mistakes.
4. Honesty is the best Policy.
5. Dreams won't come true unless you move forward.
6. Always continue to move forward!
7. Never stop learning
8. Don't let pride get into your way.
9. Take chances, because if you don't you will always wonder what could have been.
10. Success comes at a price which is hard work.