Copyright 2006 Donovan Baldwin
Her name is Jessica and she is a single mother in Georgia. She
is engaged and living with her fiance, but she has 2 kids she
wants to take care of and she wants them to know their mother.
She wants to be there for them and with them. She wants to raise
them as once kids were raised...as she was not raised. Her
fiance has a good job, but with 2 kids and one on the way, it's
hard to make ends meet sometimes. We know, we've been there.
The clutch went out on her fiance's truck last week, the one
vehicle he has to get him back and forth to work. He's just been
promoted into a management training program with Wal-Mart, and
he really didn't need this right now. She's pregnant again, but
she also works and needs her beat up old jalopy her grandmother
helped her buy to get to work herself.
The initial estimate was $800.00. They had no idea of where they
could get that kind of money. Even when they got a few other,
lower, estimates and got the work done (it wasn't the clutch
after all), the bill came to over $400.00. They couldn't really
afford it, but they had to have the truck running.
How do I know all this?
She's in my downline.
I went online and checked her stats first. Then I gave her the
news. She had a check coming for $57.00 that week, and the week
after that, she was going to get $377.00. She had already earned
$117.00 for the following week. It's a shame that she can't use
it for something else, but it takes care of the car expenses,
and between her and her fiance's pay, they'll do okay.
Okay, an average of $600.00 to $700.00 a month might not be much
to some internet marketers, but to them, it's the difference
between disaster and "everything's okay."
I got her, and Jay, and Donna, and Ruth, and Sarah, and others
into internet marketing, and they're the success stories. John
and Joseph and Shawna and Celestine didn't do that well. I
couldn't help them. I did what I could for them, but for
whatever their personal reasons and circumstances, they didn't
make it.
A few years ago, I was a truck driving instructor with a major
national carrier...big orange trucks with the owner's name on
'em. Every two weeks I met a new group of people, about half of
whom had hit bottom or were trying to get back up before they
got that far down. Many wouldn't make it. Some would give it
their best shot and fail. Some could learn what I was trying to
teach without breaking a sweat. Some could handle the driving
but not the classroom, and some were, as my son used to say, a
"cool breeze" in the classroom but hopeless around the truck.
Sometimes it hurt. I was often handed the really nervous, and
the really hopeless...and sometimes the damned
dangerous...because I could remain calm when they were going to
pieces...sometimes at 60 miles-per-hour on the interstate. Hence
the CB handle an ex-special forces/Philly cop pinned on me which
I use as a handle in forums sometimes...teflondon. My nickname
before that was Sergeant. A lot of times I was working with
someone who was being given one last chance, and a lot of times
they really had nothing to go home to. I always tried to do my
best, but sometimes my best wasn't good enough. Sometimes I had
to walk 'em upstairs to Charlie, my boss, and sit there while he
gently gave them the news. Sometimes they took their anger out
on us and blamed us...some yelled, some cursed, every once in a
while, one got violent. Sometimes they smiled and were really
polite and acted cheerful although you could feel the strain.
Sometimes they just broke down and cried. Talk about rejection.
But sometimes, an ex-student would come back in to the Training
Center looking for me, or the instructor who trained him or her.
I remember Martin in particular. When Martin arrived at the
school, he had clothes in two conditions...bad and worse. His
shoes were literally falling apart. He showed me a picture of
his beautiful wife and two gorgeous children. He had not had a
job for over 6 months. He was glum and desparate. He had a lot
of problems in the classroom, and wasn't much better in the
truck, but he refused to give up. I could see him in spare
moments walking around somebody's truck naming the parts to
himself. A few weeks after he graduated, I met him at one of our
facilities. He was wearing all new clothes, and he was smiling
and happy. He shook my hand and thanked me for helping him make
money like he had never made before. He was now proud of himself
and able to take good care of his wife and children.
Can you imagine the feeling? To have made that much of a
difference in someone's life simply by showing them how to do a
job and do it well?
Yes, someone in network marketing or internet marketing is out
to make money, just like I collected a salary for teaching those
people back then. However, when the failures get you down, if
you can remember someone you have helped achieve their dreams or
lighten their load, you can find a reward more valuable in many
ways than the money you earn.
There are lots of reasons to have your own internet marketing
business. I can make a couple of phone calls and have a pretty
good job before 48 hours has passed, but I am in internet
marketing because I like being able to make the money I make
working the way I want to work, at home, without bosses, on my
schedule.
One of the other perks is the feeling I get when I know I have
helped start someone on the same path I have traveled, and
maybe, by sharing some of my experiences or skills, making that
path a little easier to travel.
About the author:
The author is retired from the army after 21 years of service. A
graduate of the University of West Florida (73) with a degree in
accounting, he has worked as an accountant, optical lab manager,
restaurant manager and truck driving instructor. He now makes
his living on the internet. More articles at
http://business-info.xtramoney4me.net .
