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Is this YOU?

Mar 31st 2011 at 7:06 AM

The following you are about to read is an email I received from a friend of mine named Mark Joyner. Please read the entire story all the way to the end. I highly recommend that you take the steps below if you can relate to this story.

The story begins:

I'm a little sheepish to come to you like this, but
I am left without other options.

Before I explain what I'm asking (don't worry, I'll
make it worth your while) give me 30 seconds to tell
you what strange fate befell my good friend Joe.

First of all, it should be made clear that Joe did
not break any laws or do anything immoral to bring
this upon himself.

I will be the first to stand up for him and attest:
it was all an honest mistake!

Joe is a really smart guy.

But let's just say he's not the most organized man
in the world.

What he lacks in organization, though, he makes up
for with his quick wit.

For example ...

From year to year, Joe has been getting by without
really having full control of his finances.

If you asked him how much money he had, he'd say "I
don't know" and it would be the truth!

Joe had always believed that things would work
themselves out.

No matter what happened ... He believed he'd be able
to pull himself out of any predicament with the sheer
power of his brain.

I can't even remember the number of times Joe had
brushes with "financial death," but he always seemed
to come out on top.

Heck, there were even times where it appeared that
Joe was prospering, but that never lasted long.

I had always admired Joe's ability to pull himself
out of trouble, but in my heart I knew he was playing
with fire.

Last year, when it came time to buy Christmas
presents, he didn't quite have the funds, but he
worked a deal with his bank to advance him a little
more on his already-over-extended-credit and he saved
the day.

His family had no idea how close they came to having
a Christmas without presents, but Joe was not the kind
of guy to give his family cause to worry.

That event left Joe feeling invincible.

He said, "No matter what happens, I seem to be able
to manufacture a miracle to pull myself out of my
situation."

He was untouchable.

For the following year he continued to live as
recklessly as he did in the previous years, but pushed
the envelope just a little further than before ...

Then something terrible happened.

It was the day after Thanksgiving and his wife came
asking for Christmas-shopping money.

He knew that his bank balance was close to zero but
he told her, "Sure thing, darling, I'll give you some
money next week."

That night he sat down to write a new promotion for
his business so that he could generate the shopping
money for his wife.

The next day his promotion began and it was a huge
flop. Not a single order.

This bothered him a bit, but he still believed he was
untouchable.

"I'll work this out ..." he told himself.

He called up his bank and asked if he could get an
extension on his credit.

No deal.

Something about his "debt to income ratio."

He went through the stack of mail on his desk that
had accumulated over the last three months and found
as many credit card offers as he could.

"You're pre-approved, Joe!" they all said.

One-by-one he called them and they turned him down.

Perhaps "pre-approved" meant something different to
them?

"We're sorry, we'll send you an explanation in the
mail," they frowned.

Finally, one of them came through with a limit of
$1,000.

The card came in the mail two days later and he
handed it to his wife.

"Here you go, honey. Buy your presents with this
card this year. I'm reorganizing my finances and
set up this account for sundry expenses."

Why not? She had no reason to suspect anything, so
off to the store she went.

5 days later it all began to unravel.

His beloved son was in a car accident and suffered
serious head trauma.

When the ER doctor came out to greet them he looked
quite grim.

"Look, I'm not going to kid you here. Your son has
taken a serious blow to the head and it's possible
he may never regain full functionality in his brain."

I don't think there is any way to do justice to what
a parent feels when they hear such words spoken about
their child.

"But there is something ..."

They looked up through teary eyes with hope.

The doctor went on to explain that there was an
experimental treatment for head trauma that used
"Hyperbaric" (high pressure) Oxygen to infuse the
brain and prevent long term tissue damage.

"It's experimental, controversial, and insurance will
not cover it ... But it's your only hope."

"We'll do it!" Joe's wife blurted out.

Joe felt a sinking feeling in his stomach ... He knew
that his cards were all maxed out. How was he to pay
for this!

They rushed their son to the treatment facility and
they immediately gave him a single treatment without
asking any questions about payment.

When their son came out of the chamber it was clear
that the treatment was working already. The boy who
was barely able to formulate a single word after the
accident was speaking semi-lucidly.

A miracle treatment, indeed ...

The doctor sat with them in the room and explained
that the boy needed about 30 treatments to be brought
back to normal, and that he'd need to come twice a
day for the next 15 days.

Each treatment would cost $150.

"We'll do it!" his wife blurted out again - as a
mother would.

The doctor rose up as the wife shook his hand but Joe
lingered in his chair.

He knew his game was up and the time for "glossing
over" the truth had come and gone.

"Doctor ... We have no money to pay you for these
treatments. Is it possible to give you payments over
time?"

The doctor looked on in disbelief. Joe had driven
his son and wife over in a luxury car and he did not
wear the clothes of a pauper. What kind of man was
this?

The doctor stared at him for a moment ...

"Joe, we do sometimes provide pro bono treatments,
but we have a waiting list a mile long. We're an
experimental facility and our only funding is payment
from our patients. Priority must go to our patients
who can pay."

This came across like a slap on Joe's face.

"Doctor, we can pay for the treatments. We'll be
back tomorrow for the second treatment with cash in
hand," Joe's wife said firmly.

On the drive home the rage built up silently in Joe's
wife.

She began to understand what had been going on ...

In her mind, she put all the pieces together.

When they got home, all hell broke loose.

They put the boy in bed and Joe went to his office,
hoping he could manufacture another miracle somehow.

Joe looked up from his computer and saw his wife
standing in the doorway.

He wanted to reach out to her ...

He wanted to tell her how sorry he was ...

He wanted to -

"Who are you!" she screamed at him.

No one knows exactly what happened in the next
5 minutes, but at the end, Joe had a bloody nose,
a smashed up computer, a room full of paper thrown
about, and nowhere to go.

He drove down the road and slept in the car that
night.

Joe's wife called me up explaining the situation.

Of course I'd pay for the boy's treatments.

Yes, I promised I wouldn't tell Joe she came to me
for help ...

Joe left the family, and took his debt and his chaos
with him. He knew he was no longer welcome.

His wife took the kids and moved in with her parents
and is now starting over anew.

A week later, Joe showed up on my doorstep
unannounced.

He looked like he'd aged about 10 years from the last
time I saw him.

I had to pretend I didn't know what happened, so I
listened to the whole story all over again.

"Mark, can you give me a loan?"

The next four words were among the hardest I've ever
had to utter in my life.

"No, Joe. I can't."

Joe was like a brother to me.

What kind of bastard was I to refuse him help?

"Joe, you're not going to understand why I'm doing
this now, but you'll thank me for it later. I'm not
going to help you, Joe. What I'm going to do is train
you."

I went on to explain to him that if he needed a place
to stay some night, he'd be welcome at my home.

If he needed a meal, he could break bread with me.

But I would not give him money.

Instead, I asked him for some.

"Joe, give me a dollar."

"What!"

"Don't you have a dollar, Joe?"

If he hadn't known better, he would have stood up
and punched me square in the jaw in that moment.

"**** you, man."

Joe got up to leave with tears in his eyes ...

"Get back here and SIT DOWN!"

He slowly walked back in shock, sat down, and
listened.

"Joe, a few months ago you asked me to coach you and
I told you that you'd have to go through Simpleology
first. I even gave free access to Simpleology 102 ...

"And what did you, do? Like everything else, you blew
it off. You went on thinking you knew better. You
thought I was just trying to get rid of you ...
I charge people $2,000 an hour to talk to me on the
phone - and I offered to help you for free if you'd
only go through these two courses first. But you
wouldn't even do that ..."

Joe's eyes started to brighten a little bit.

He sat in silence and I carried on.

"Joe, people have been coming to me for years asking
for free help. I've always been very generous with
my time, but the fact is, it would be simply
impossible for me to help everyone who came to me.

"I created Simpleology so that I could have something
for my P.A. to send folks to when they came asking
for help.

"She has a standing order to send people there first.
If they have any questions, they have to first
demonstrate that they've gone through all of
Simpleology. Do you know why?"

Joe looked lost. He would have answered if he
weren't so shell shocked.

"I do that because I know that if they simply followed
what I said there, they wouldn't need my help. That's
why."

Joe started to brighten up a bit more even. Maybe
there was hope.

"Yeah ..." he said hoarsely.

"Listen, Joe. Do you know why I ask people for $1 to
start the trial of Simpleology 102? I could just as
easily let them start the trial for free and the
marketing effect would be exactly the same. So, why
the $1?"

"I don't know ..." Joe mused.

"I do it because it's a symbolic act, Joe. That $1
symbolizes their commitment to complete the course.
Even that small symbolic act makes all the
difference."

Joe sat for a moment and I could see it all sinking
in.

"So, give me my damn dollar, Joe."

He laughed.

"Haha, OK Mark, I get the lesson."

"No, I'm serious Joe, give me the dollar."

"Mark, I'm broke, man!"

Joe started to tear up again.

"Joe, what are you doing for dinner tonight?"

"What?"

"'What?' Is 'what' a food group? What are you doing
for dinner tonight, dude. I'm serious."

"Well, I was going to get some fast food, I guess."

"Good! Well, here's what I want you to do. I want
you to spare yourself the artery-clogging session at
the burger joint, pay me $1, and eat at my house
tonight - as my friend."

Joe stared at me and I could see the tears welling up
in his eyes. These were good tears. Tears that
brothers share when they drop all the macho bulls***
and realize it's OK to be vulnerable.

I held out my hand ...

He reached into his wallet and handed me the dollar.

In that moment you could feel the very fabric of
reality ripping. Joe was sealing a fate for himself
from which he could never turn back.

A better fate ...

A stronger fate ...

One where he'd finally get his act together and grow
up.

One where he knew he would never have to "worry"
about money again.

Heck, someday he'd even regain the respect of his
wife.

As I cooked him a healthy natural meal he sat at my
computer and did Day 1 of Simpleology 101.

The next day, he came over and did Day 2 right in
front of me.

And so on ...

He hasn't finished 101 yet, but I know that at the
end of it, he will immediately go on to Simpleology
102 and follow the course checklist precisely.

I know that he'll take that next big step and get
his money problems sorted out forever.

How do I know this?

Because we have a sacred bond.

A sacred bond symbolized by the passing of a single
dollar bill between the hands of brothers.

The End.

The moral of this story is that most people will only accept help when they have been beaten down like Joe was. He was dead broke, lost his family and then he went back to his friend to borrow money from him. His friend offered him a hand up, not a hand out. This is what I can give to you, a hand up to be successful in your home business.

I want to make the same sacred bond with you now.

I have so much more to show you.

But first things first ...

Step 1. You should check out the link below.

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Step 2. Read my FREE e-book ASAP.

Step 3. Contact me when you're done reading.

Your desire is the beginning and what you do next is totally up to you. I look forward to helping you succeed in achieving your goals .








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Apr 14th 2011 at 5:35 AM by rexharris
Great article Terri!
   

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