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But the biggest concern is for the stadium in the northeastern city of Natal because of a "tight schedule" that left no "margin for problems," it said.San Jose Sharks jerseys cheap 

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The report indicated that two years before the World Cup gets underway, work on the 12 stadiums have progressed on average by 34.4 percent.

"The outlook for the 2013 Confederations Cup is even more critical. FIFA reports delays in three of the four venues for the competition," Folha said.

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The Confederations Cup, seen as a dress rehearsal for the World Cup, will be held from June 15 to 30 next year in four confirmed cities: Rio de Janeiro, Brasilia, Belo Horizonte and Fortaleza. Recife and Salvador could be added depending on progress on the work.

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 My name is Danny Welsh and I'm an entrepreneur, marketing consultant and real estate investor who believes that doing for others is not only nice, but also fun, and can be a profitable habit.

I like to give my time and money to charitable efforts, big things like helping build a school and church in the Sudan, and smaller things like volunteering with Habitat for Humanity, breast cancer initiatives, training programs for kids like teaching financial management, mentoring and spending time with foster kids, etc. I give to a couple churches and believe in the power of the tithe (i.e. sowing seeds).

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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

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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

As we wind down this week and the time nears for that dreaded selection tally, I have a few rules that I am personally following: 1.   I will be calm. If I was slack all week then it is way too late to compensate. 2.   I will maintain a winning pace. Early high fliers tend to burn out with nothing left for the finish. Slow starters may have too much of a hill to climb. Stay with the main pack. Conserve strength for the finish. 3.   I will not be a "busy body" trying to be on everyone's wall. What good is a rolodex with 1000 names when 999 of them don't mean anything to you? I will not join groups and make posts just to create activity. I have more urgent things to do than that. Every step I make must lead me towards my destiny and not into empty rooms or dead ends. 4.   I will choose quality before quantity. Not everything or everyone interests me at this point so I will pick my spots. It does not mean that I will not reply to all the "friend" request. 5.   The image I create is the image I will back up. Anything outside of that is vanity and fluff. 6.   I will make no attempt to "curve fit" (for benefit of my trading friends) the process by just telling the directors what they want to hear. These folks are too intelligent for that! Did any of you notice some of those trick questions on the application? Umm! They know what they are doing. I have been pretty straight with my comments and posts. You can take it or leave it. I don't need cheer leaders (I have 2 kids who think that I am the greatest thing since sliced bread. You go right on my little ones! Why ruin a good thing.) I need folks to help me to be better than I am and that means I am willing to be broken, reshaped and rebuilt where and when necessary. No pain - no gain. 7.   I will stick with what I know. Donald Trump knows Real Estate. Donald Trump lost his shirt trying to run an airline. 8.   I will be thankful. I have met some interesting folks here and have gained some knowledge. I have shared and I have sown some seeds. At the end of the selection process, 36 students will be chosen. Even then, I expect some fall out as the real work begins and some will realize that this business is tougher than it seems. Some may not be able to handle the pain before the glory. I hope that I am wrong, but I see 24 as the final number. As this boat heads out to the deep blue sea with 36 hopeful fishermen, there remains a chance that only 24 will make the trip back. What then becomes of the 12 that are left at sea? Whatever their fate, I am persuaded that I shall not be amongst them.

     Hi! I want to begin with wishing everyone who aspires to be a part of the MMM Challenge, great success!

    I've put a lot of thought into what I should say here to stick out and help you realize that I am absolutely deserving of the invitation to the journey and opportunity of a lifetime; learning and growing from the Millionaire Menternship Mastermind team! YaY! I hope this doesn't sound "cheesy" at all, but this is what is in my heart.

     I have always had the biggest interest in Real Estate. The thought of potential in old homes, and changes being granted and made in new ones has always moved me. I have only lacked the funds to make my dream a reality. 

     Truth is, I am a "Secret Millionaire" (I adore that show!) living in as an average Josette. My sister has always told me that the world I dream of doesn't exist. I choose to ignore her, of course. I am a dreamer - but I know my dreams will become reality. It is only a matter of the path I take to success. If people didn't dream, and act on their dreams, we would lack many pleasures and comforts we have today.

     My dream is to be a successful, financially free, extremely happy and loving woman and family - doing something I love (REAL ESTATE INVESTING!) with the ability to help many many others that haven't had the means or resources to better themselves or their families. That haven't been given the opportunity to grow or avoid a situation that needs to be avoided. My dream is to adopt at least a dozen children (great for our family of course) through the years that would otherwise possibly never be adopted, and giving them somewhere to call home and someone to call their family. Our world and our youth need these opportunities. So much can be gained from being given an chance to be and do better. I want to succeed not only for me but as many people that I can help.

     Right now, I can afford to donate blood. It makes me very very weak (much weaker than it used to) each time, but I know someone needs it more than I do. I can also afford to donate my unwanted/unneeded items to my community. Children's clothes, shoes, shelves, curtains, food I won't use...you name it. Rather than having a yard sale or donating it somewhere that one has to pay for it, I donate by placing it at my mailbox. I grow my hair, and cut it for the Locks of Love Foundation.

     My work ethics are astounding! (Wow, that was a jump) I take my work seriously - no matter how large or small the task. I think I have been used (I know I have) in the past because my bosses could count on me to get it done accurately, timely, and without hesitation. I am a loyal and honest person. I rely heavily on my morals and ethics to do the right thing. My co-workers have often told me they couldn't believe I worked so hard. They would tend to only do enough to get by. I don't want to "get by", I want to succeed and win. I want to learn and teach when possible.

     Please, give me a chance to prove to you the advantages of having me on your team. I will later prove to you the advantages of having me as a coach for our program. And you will see me bettering our communities. I guarantee it!

     Thank you so much for listening and providing this opportunity!

Wrong title, sorry. And the real title is...

 

Here is why Vladimir Boychev WILL be IS one of the Lucky 36 4 Graduates

 

Shades on! Bright shining begins! Danger of temporary blinding!

 

In a nutshell, other than Money and Mentors, he has what it takes to start investing in commercial RE. Call him now and save yourself from reading this long essay.

 

Imagine that Donald Trump bought the finest block in Manhattan, razed it, and built a brand new, impressive skyscraper on that precious piece of land. The building was just about ready to open its doors. Then, right before he had someone put the big T on top of it, he abruptly changed his mind and decided to relocate to Florida avoiding the high NYC taxes. A fire sale was quickly set up and you got a chance to grab that property at a deep discount, subject to existing financing, to give it some final touches, and put it into operation in order to generate a healthy positive cash flow for you. You, dear Mentors would jump on that opportunity, wouldn't you? Especially if it weren't for the high-taxes tail attached.

 

As an investor, Vladimir is quite like that almost completed building: he has been critically reading books and courses, attending webinars, REIA meetings, and bootcamps on real-estate, business-building, marketing, by authors and gurus who are better at teaching than the Donald (at least they do not need someone like Kiyosaki or Lindahl to write the book, so they can put their name on it, or like Melero to speak to their university students;-). Now Vladimir is just about ripe for you to grab him, fine-tune and add to his knowledge and skills, and put him into fruitful operation to work for the benefit of both your and his businesses. Plus, he can in turn teach other investors to anything he has mastered already. Indeed, he has taught physics to a large number of undergraduate students on both sides of the Atlantic and has mentored junior graduate students at an infrared spectroscopy research lab. And note that Vladimir comes with no strings attached: there's no one to tell you “There's one for you, nineteen for me... 'cause I'm the Taxman... and you chose to mentor that V man!”

 

Take that chance, and later you will be able to boast that you have coached and mentored a PhD physicist who knows Quantum Theory and other advanced science subjects, how to distill his intellect, knowledge and skills into real estate gold;) Plus, in real estate and in just about any other field, it is much easier to teach and mentor someone who is ready and willing. Does it show how ready and willing Vladimir is? (And, keep it a secret, but he has some credit-card balances to reduce and pay off in order to shield his finances from nervous-Nelly and/or malicious banks which lower the credit lines to screw his credit and then increase the interest rates, even though Vladimir has kept his side of the contracts and is paying everything as agreed.)

 

So far it was short, sweet and up to the point. You are a busy person, to save yourself from reading to the end, click here to put Vladimir into you shopping cart right now and be over with it, then check him out and go about your business. If nothing happens in two seconds, call him right away to tell him that the link is broken. “You know his name, look up his number”: it's in Step 1, just before his long Step 2 application. Once you've called him, you may as well interview him and reserve his spot. Why waste your time and read all of this long essay even once, let alone twice? Deal? No? Keep on reading then...

 

Born in Sofia, Bulgaria. Though English is not his mother language, Vladimir has mastered it better than many who were born within an English-speaking country: he'll always choose the right word between “principal” & “principle”, “then” & “than”, “their” & “there”, “your” & “you're”, “weather” & “whether”, “roll” & “role”, etc, plus he knows words such as “which”, “who”, “when” and more, so he does not have to abuse and overuse “that”. His written communications are clear, literate, and unambiguous—helps in both teaching and advertising. By using everyday analogies, he can draw 3-D verbal pictures and simplify even most complicated matters down to layman level, and pour them with his proprietary funnel down into heads which would otherwise have remained puzzled and not-understanding. Most importantly, he is able to think—a rare quality these days, he can ask the right questions, spot weaknesses of current systems, formulate the problems and often to even find elegant solutions.

 

By crossing the Atlantic Ocean, Vladimir has changed not only his country, but his continent as well. And later he switched careers from physics with a couple of graduate degrees to investing. While he was at an infrared lab, his name used to be V-lad-I'm-IR (Victory lad—I'm InfraRed), but later became V-lad-I'm-IR (Victory lad—I'm InvestorReal;). Need more proof that he can handle pressure and all kinds of challenges? He could easily copy and paste selections from a long list of nouns and adjectives describing desirable skills and qualities off some of the multiple resume writing guides, and then sprinkle some text and bullet points between these select words to organize and tie them together, but why bother when the peaks and valleys of his real life story so far, clearly demonstrate that he has everything needed to learn and teach, adapt, follow, and succeed? Free bonus: he comes complete with mentor-in and mentor-out connections, just plug in or connect wirelessly;)

 

If you've reached this spot, you must have missed the first two pressure-relief exits. Just grab that phone and “let your fingers do the walking” on those buttons. BTW, if you called Vladimir at one of the two early-bird special exits, but did not reserve his spot yet, now is as good a time as any to fix your mistake. Yes? Real deal? Come on dear Mentor, be more decisive! Not just yet? Keep on reading then. Ha, ha, ha! This was your last exit. No more exits from here to the end of the world!

 

Vladimir's real-estate experience so far has been limited to mostly “theoretical” investing. As a beginner and on his own, he did buy an REO house back in 2005 with a hard-money loan, fixed it up with his own hands and some help, and had it refinanced by a credit union. He also had a couple of houses tied on subject-to contracts, but the houses were unsellable as-is as the market was slowing and turning from upward to downward, and unfortunately the lenders would not negotiate a short sale, so those two houses eventually went into a foreclosure. One of these deals also taught him the lessons of a bad partnership.

 

Though not much of a chess player, Vladimir sees almost clearly several moves ahead into the future. Thus, when condos and pre-construction investments were being pushed hard as the market was topping during 2005-2007, he had the common sense to stay out of these downward-bound risky endeavors. He also had a healthy scepticism about using payment-option ARM loans during the wrong half of the cycle, though they could be a perfect source for investment funding during the growing part of the cycle. In fact, he decided that the safest way to handle the down half-cycle was to stay out of the market, rather than try to short it, which is hard for a beginning investor. Now that the bottom is here or near, he is gearing up to re-enter with a vengeance.

 

This very limited practical exposure to SFR investing quickly convinced Vladimir that the right choice is commercial real estate and later maybe to add discounted residential and commercial notes. He learned a lot about how to analyze, fund, buy, select and supervise management of commercial real estate and even tried to buy some, but none of his offers have been accepted so far. Clearly buying of a commercial property without previous experience and an expert team behind is either too big a quantum jump, or simply many more offers are needed till the first accepted one returns. That's where the Real Deal MM Mentors are badly needed and will be of invaluable help to him.

 

Vladimir has been a lonely real-estate gear, rolling around and searching for his gear-box team. Put him inside the Real Deal and he'll snap to fit right in and start spinning fast, as guided by the big-expert Mentor master gears, and interacting with the medium Director gears. And with every turn he will grow to soon become one of the medium and then big gears, adding further overdrive capabilities to the entire gear-box team.

 

Let me tell you a secret: there are no more exits, indeed, except for a bunch of post scripts at the very end. The more scripts the merrier. Of course, you could easily skip directly to them in an instant—faster than instant coffee in a microwave. The choice is yours. But Vladimir has written this verbal maze, custom made, designed specially for you. Better sooner than later, you will trip and fall into his trap for Mentors who shall be freed only after having launched Vladimir into commercial orbit.

 

Furthermore, he has some impressive, diverse experience working not only with his head, but with his hands and body, too. He has tried successfully his hand at almost all construction activities, both in building new, or old-work during repairs, such as: arc-welding, pouring concrete, brick-laying, masonry, stucco, electrical installations, plumbing, working with metals, ceramic tiles, framing and finish carpentry, assembling and installing kitchen cabinets, roofing, installation of skylights, windows, doors and locks, thermal insulation, drywall and painting. Applying his knowledge of physics which is fundamental for all engineering sciences, he has done all those activities creatively and with deep understanding.

 

Though he does not plan to use all of these practical skills as an investor, they are quite helpful during real-estate inspections, or whenever such jobs need to be supervised during new construction or renovations. A while back he was involved with analogue photography and Hi-8 video for family photos and videos. He should be able to quickly and easily refresh this side of his with a digital upgrade and update for business advertising purposes.

 

But wait! There's more:) car maintenance, soldering and testing electronic circuits, assembling a new desk-top-of-the-line computer from separate modules (back in 1998), working with vacuum and cryogenic technology, all kinds of complex physics-lab equipment, infra-red spectrometers, gathering experimental data, processing by using math, statistics, and graphics software, and other activities totally unrelated to real estate. Yet they all demonstrate abilities to learn, think creatively, analyze, master and adapt to new stuff all the time. Now, he'll probably get a job offer at some physics lab, but who needs it when his right leg is on the first step of the ladder leading up to real-estate multi-millionaire status? Upon climbing to the top of the ladder, he'll be able to buy the physics lab and even write them a grant if he feels they are making real good science rather than pushing forward nonsense and pseudo science to please stupidity in power in order to get a government grant:)

 

Now, have you ever met anyone with a PhD and MS degree, who knows advanced sciences, such as physics, math, statistics, and yet has so many practical real-world techniques and skills, as well? None such, totally unique! “If you want him, here he is, come and get him! Better hurry 'cause he may not last...” Do you hear the melody? He told you, though modest, he is “simply irresistible”, didn't he?

 

And he has even more secrets to share, but he'll open up only in Acapulco. Hawaii is even better because no fly over drug-lord-controlled territories is needed to get there;)

 

But here's the deal: while Donald Trump is distracted by politics, it is likely that Rick Melero will replace him on the high-end commercial front, then one of today's four Directors will grow up to replace Rick, vacating a spot for Vladimir—by then the latter will be completely baked to fill in the shoes and become a partner. As a partner Vladimir will throw down a carbon-nanotube rope or two for other deserving members of the community to move up and fill in his spot as a former MMM challenger, and so on down the line... a new vacancy for a janitor to fire their boss and jump into the fire of the Real Deal community will open up;-)

 

Furthermore, Vladimir may also have a fork with another branch to choose: what if Danny Welsh were to replace Jay Abraham and to become the Mentor of the mentors? Simple, fast and easy—then one of our Directors moves up to replace Danny and the vacated Director's spot is Vladimir's second option, no option fee but elbow grease needed. The result is another happy janitor or newspaper delivery person. Indeed, printed newspapers show some signs of a near-death experience. See, Vladimir has the vision to plan not only his future, but the future of an entire branch of the community.

 

Looking forward to learn from and work with you.

 

Sincere thanks and regards,

 

Vladimir Boychev

 

P.: You may think the person who wrote this text is crazy, and you are right—one must be quite crazy to become a physicist and swim into general relativity, black holes, and non-local quantum theories. But there may be a reason behind this madness: which millionaire will contribute more money to your commercial syndication: the bored one, or the one who is dieing out of laughter. They are both exactly the same. The only difference is how they were verbally processed and prepared. Call when you decide to call, and let's laugh our way to riches together. Hint for copycats: crazy is OK, as long as you do not cross the fine line connecting Syd Barrett and Charlie Sheen.

 

P.S.: Vladimir extremely rarely talks about himself in third person, but that's what the assigned title implied, so he complied to show you how accurately he can follow directions paying attention to fine details others tend to miss. Have you called him yet?

 

P.P.S.: Why was Vladimir chosen? Because Dana, Jo, Alex and Sam have been mentored by Danny and Rick up to the top of their class. Among other skills and techniques they've mastered and accomplished, for one they surely know how to select and who to choose. Please do! Thanks!

 

P.P.P.S.a: What are you waiting for? Call him right away and grab him before other mentors have wised up to the fact that the magnetic power of “FREE” is not only good for squeeze pages, but can be utilized to attract the best now and make them pay with blood sweat and tears later—almost like a credit card to charge your needs for human potential, paying the principal and interest with your time and mentorship;-) But don't make this decision lightly: his interest rate is high and you will have to remain his friends, mentors and partners for a really long term. When you make up your mind to call soon, his battery will still be live and he will be able to take your call promptly.

 

P.P.P.S.b1: Be sure to take this once in a lifetime chance: his wife is selling him at a deep discount, with seller financing, providing room, board, phone, fax, wi-fi & gas on a Promissory Note collateralized by a mortgage pledging his soul, past interest only, with a balloon to be popped only by the profit from a real commercial deal. Call now already because he cannot wait forever, that balloon is coming due soon and his soul will be foreclosed and will end up within a packet of bulk-REO second-hand souls, which will be bought by... “her name is Lucifera, please take her hand”.

 

P.P.P.S.b2: You may find the nomenclature of the post scripts somewhat strange and unusual. Just call him for an explanation or simply to ask what time is it, and he will deftly slide you into that interview track.

 

WARNING: Think twice, act smart and call, or else... Vladimir could put this on a daily autoresponder. Yes, he has saved the e-mail with which you requested information with exactly the same title. Any judge or jury will deem that to be a sufficient proof of permission. Of course you can always ask Vladimir politely with a notarized letter mailed registered to his PO Box at the North Pole to be removed from his list and he will comply promptly. But not before he has connected you securely to twelve of his JV relentless internet marketers. Then you have to unsubscribe 12 more times. But those guys are vicious. One of them will create your Face Book page (don't worry, if you already have one, they'll hack it and change your password, so you won't be able to get there, but all your friends will see the nasty stuff they posted as if it was you). Another one will hack into your e-mail (yes, 12345 is a very easy to remember password, and you have more important things to do than remember strange passwords ... until they hit your account), and send ugly e-mails and a virus or two to your entire contact list. A third one will reprogram your autoresponders. A fourth one will break into your clickbank account and steal all your affiliate links—you had just paid a fortune to that geek from Singapore to cloak them:-( Yet another will take care of your twitting, etc. And all of them have another dozen of JV colleagues to pass you to. Have you ever seen the sketch of a chain nuclear reaction? Very similar multiplication until your mailbox explodes. You start jumping to newer and newer e-mail accounts. Now you have ten e-mail accounts, but they found you there, too, so you get the multiple copies of their junkmail in multiple accounts. “Don't worry, be happy!” Life before the internet was difficult and then people died. Now life with the internet is difficult, and then people still die. But it's such a great fun to live before they die.

 

P.P.P.S.bs: As you've been reading on and on, before you knew it space, time, energy and matter flew behind, gas prices shot ahead of themselves, and now you are at the end of the Universe. Congratulations!... And your bonus is... to get quantum teleported back to your spot so you can interview Vladimir. Call him, partner. The End. But if you don't call... reset and start reading from the start. Repeat the cycle as many times as needed, but if you need more than three times, you do not have a good taste, because you really, really don't like him at all as seen in black and white only text, do you? And therefore this 2011 Spring you are his fired no-mentor. But think again: all of this magic in black and white text only—kind of like a Hitchcock movie or Double Indemnity or the Marx Brothers translated into a sales page of the funny type, somewhat similar to www.ClickHereYouIdiot.com;) (You certainly are itching to explore that link, but don't get distracted before you have approved Vladimir. That site is in no way part of this essay, Vladimir is not even an affiliate, but most importantly do it another day because today you would overdose on laughter. But while laughing would learn everything you always wanted to know about why sales pages are so long and obnoxious, but were afraid to ask so they don't think you couldn't figure it out on your own. That was just a brief distraction break. Go on reading now, please.)

Imagine what it would be if he hadn't tied colors, audio, music, and video behind his back! It wouldn't be at all fair to the rest of the applicants—they wouldn't stand a chance and would have to fight for one less spot under the Mentor Suns, well, they actually do have one less spot already. Indeed, Vladimir's brain likes freedom so much that it would never agree to have half of it tied behind his back like that Rush, so he had to cut colors and media. But if you've already called and reserved Vladimir's spot, that's a totally different story: you may then read this essay over and over again until you are blue or out of laughter, exhausted and ready to switch activities to something more productive. Fun is OK, but cheese costs bucks. He likes cheese. His favorite cheese is self-storage. What's yours? Tickle, tickle...

 

Shining ends! Shades off! Take a deep breath, relax, collect your thoughts, and float downstream into your dream... But where is Vladimir? How can your team go on without him? Don't you worry. Calm down now, it is just a nightmare—see, Vladimir is already on the team for real.