Thursday, 6:36 PM

Dear Friend,

I kept my former life a secret for a long time.

I only recently revealed it to the 11 people in my Kitchen Table Entrepreneur coaching program I did earlier this year… and more recently to the folks on my “Turn Failure Into Success” teleseminar.

For years I kept it a secret from all the new people I met. I wasn’t embarrassed about it or anything… it was just a chapter of my life I wanted to put behind me.

Heck, I even avoided THINKING about it for the longest time. It was a role I played for too long. I simply wanted to move on and immerse myself in my next role.

But over the past year I’ve been able to think about a lot of my experiences without the accompanying “fight or flight” physiological reactions I used to have.

And finally allowing myself to remember that stuff in a cool, calm and collected manner is allowing me to cull some extremely valuable marketing and life lessons out of those experiences.

At the ripe young age of 21 and naive as can be… I entered the Dayton, Ohio police academy.

Even though being a cop had never been my life-long dream, I stayed at that gig for 12 long years.

In my first 2 days out of the academy, I saw my first dead body (a women lying buck naked in bed with her throat cut)… had a guy try to shoot me with a 12 gauge shotgun (thank God for stupid criminals with cheap guns that misfire)… and saw a woman stab her boyfriend with a 12 inch serrated knife right in front of my very own eyes.

Yeah… I worked on “that” side of town.

I spent 8 to 12 hours a day with the dregs of society and witnessed the worst cruelties a human being can possibly inflict on another human being.

And I wouldn’t trade the experience for a million bucks.

I left that gig back in 1997 for the wonderful world of entrepreneurship… and haven’t looked back since…

Until recently.

I’m just now beginning to realize how much I learned about life because of that job.

A lot of it ain’t pretty… but it armed me with information most people will NEVER discover… and probably don’t have the stomach to discover.

Anyhoo… I was on a teleconference with one of my mastermind groups today and it reminded me of a valuable lesson from my cop days.

One of the mastermind members was lamenting the fact that he’s having to work twice as hard just to keep his business from going downhill. And try as he might, he’s losing ground every month.

An episode from 3rd district, 3rd shift role call immediately popped into my mind.

Picture the stereotypical old school police sergeant with the big “handlebar” mustache. (What is it with cops and firemen and their mustaches?)

Yes, just like in the movies and on TV… the battle-hardened guy who twirls the end of his mustache while reminiscing about the riots in the 60′s and all that stuff.

THAT was my sergeant at the time.

As this guy in my mastermind group was going on about having trouble getting clients, the very first thing that popped into my head was my old sergeant twirling the end of his mustache and barking at us in role call…

“Goyaakod you lazy sumbitches!”

For almost the entire first 6 months on the police department, rookies are treated like second-class citizens. You have to watch every P and Q and it’s actually best just to keep your mouth shut as much as possible.

I did not always adhere to that particular tradition. (And paid the price for it, too.)

In my blissful ignorance, I raised my hand and asked what “goyaakod” means.

See, we were experiencing a rash of burglaries in a certain neighborhood… and it was getting worse.

The detectives weren’t having any luck and none of the guys on the street had any leads either.

Our sergeant knew if we waited for the detective section to solve this case, months from now he’d STILL have a bunch of pissed off burglary victims coming to our district office complaining every day. (Most crimes get solved by the uniformed officer on the street… NOT the detectives.)

So he wouldn’t let us pass it off to the detectives. If we wanted the case solved, WE had to handle it.

In response to my forbidden rookie outburst during role call, the sergeant got up from behind his desk and slowly walked to the back of the room where the rookies were banished.

He bent down, got right in my face so close I could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath… and shouted…

“Get off your ass and knock on doors!”

THAT, as I soon discovered, is one of the most effective investigation techniques in a cop’s bag of tricks.

GOYAAKOD has solved more complex criminal cases than you could possibly imagine.

And funny thing…

It has solved most of the problems I’ve experienced as an entrepreneur, too.

Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news… but we’re hip-deep in the crappiest economy I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Many people are working twice as hard just to make HALF of what they were making just a couple years ago.

What has worked in the past isn’t working as well nowadays.

If you’ve bought into the lies propagated by the IMGOBC… that you can sit on your ass, send out a few e-mails and watch the sales come flooding in… you’re going to starve.

The people who are going to make it in this economy are the GOYAAKOD entrepreneurs.

Want an example of a GOYAAKOD entrepreneur? This post is a good place to start.

The GOYAAKOD entrepreneurs are the ones who won’t just survive in this economy… they’re going to prosper.

While thousands are dropping like flies all around them, the GOYAAKOD entrepreneurs will…

… Continue knocking on door after door…

… Facing rejection after rejection…

… Disappointment after disappointment…

… Picking themselves up and dusting themselves off, time after time…

… And celebrating the biggest victories.

Just like that wide-eyed, culture-shocked 21 year old rookie on the Dayton police department discovered all the way back in 1986…

There’s a simple solution for every single business problem you’re facing right now…

GOYAAKOD!

All the best,

Tuesday, 6:49 PM

Dear Friend,

A few years ago I had my swimming pool completely redone.

Sandblasted down to the bare concrete… starting all over again from scratch.

New marcite… yadda yadda yadda… the whole enchilada.

I also had what they call “pavers” installed in a cool design around the outside of the pool.

Pavers are these decorative brick-looking things. They come in all different colors and look much better than just having the typical concrete slab around the pool.

It took a crew of three guys about 4 days to design, cut, fit and install them… and it set me back a few bucks… but I think the pool looks a whole lot better.

Now for some reason, Chiqui Rikki, the Colombiana’s little shih tzu, likes to take a dump on my beloved (and costly) pavers.

Donner, the doberman, goes to the farthest part of the back yard to take a dump… but Chiqui LOVES to dump on my pavers.

I’ve tried time and time again to get him to take a dump somewhere else but he keeps coming back to the pavers.

A few weeks ago I even fenced off a litttle “dumping zone” just for him.

Guess what he does now that he has his own little dumping zone…

He goes to the edge of the fence, looks longingly at the pool, cries… and holds it in.

The very SECOND I relent and open the fence, he runs to the pavers and takes a dump.

I just don’t get it… but I’ve learned to deal with it.

He always poops about 6 feet away from the edge of the pool so there’s never really any danger of the poop falling into the pool. But I still pick it up immediately with my pooper scooper and toss it into some little palm trees by the fence.

Hey, it’s free fertilizer.

Now the other day something very interesting occurred.

Chiqui woke me up at 6:00 AM to go outside.

We went out in the back yard and he took his usual dump on my pavers… about six feet from the edge of the pool.

Since 6:00 AM is wayyy too early for me, I turned around, went back inside and went back to bed. I figured I’d scoop up the poop later after I got more sleep and felt human again.

That’s when the mystery began.

I went outside about four hours later to scoop the poop off the pavers… but it was nowhere to be found.

I happened to glance in the pool and guess what I saw…

Three little shih tzu turds laying on the bottom of the deep end!

How in the world did that happen? He pooped a good six feet from the edge of the pool.

This was perplexing.

The entire time I was scooping poop out of my pool and frantically filling the water with a cocktail of chemicals, I was pondering how this could have happened.

I just couldn’t figure it out.

Now most mere mortals would forget about it… but not me. I’m a truth seeker and I simply HAD to discover how this had happened.

Later that day, at doggie dinner time, I loaded up little Chiqui’s bowl with an extra helping of soft food (which he LOVES) to make sure he was “loaded for bear” for the inevitable dumping time.

Sure enough, a few hours later as if on cue, the urge arrived. We went outside and he took his usual dump on my pavers.

This time, instead of scooping it up and tossing it into the palm trees by the fence, I took a strategic position, sat silently and stealthily observed.

What happened next was both shocking and amazing…

A few minutes after “dumping time” a big ugly black beetle-looking creature with two big pincers ambled up onto the pavers, slowly making his way toward the newly produced shih tzu turds.

With those two big pincers protruding from his head he started rolling the largest of the two turds toward the edge of the swimming pool.

He rolled the turd across the pavers until it fell into the deep end of the pool. With what I could have sworn was a satisfied smile from a job well done, this butt-ugly bug starts making his way back toward turd #2.

After arriving at said turd, again he started rolling it toward the edge of the pool.

Turd #2 plopped into the pool and the mysterious poop-pushing creature crawled back into the grass and disappeared.

I SWEAR to you this story is true. (I don’t think I could make up a story this bizarre even if I wanted to.)

I sat there under my shade tree and pondered this strange mystery of nature I had just witnessed.

I don’t know if you’re aware of it or not but a LOT of people are pooping on the pavers that surround your pool. It’s pretty much impossible to stop.

Sure, you can take steps to REDUCE the amount of pooping on your pavers… but it’s practically impossible to stop the pooping entirely.

The only thing you CAN control is how you guard your pool. You HAVE to constantly be on guard because the very INSTANT there’s crap on your pavers, forces go to work to IMMEDIATELY push it into your pool.

It’s true.

Numerous forces are constantly working against you, trying to push crap into your pool.

Once the poop falls into your pool, it’s not easy to get it out.

Let it sit in there too long and it’s gets absorbed and dispersed throughout the entire pool. It takes a LOT of work, days and days of filtering and a ton of chemicals to get your water poop-free again.

Even if you scoop it out of the pool soon after it drops in there you still have to go through the process of cleaning and filtering the water and adding more chemicals.

It’s much easier to just not let the crap get pushed into your pool in the first place.

And here’s the very BEST way to do that:

The very SECOND you see poop dumped on your pavers… you gotta scoop it up IMMEDIATELY and get it as far away from your pool as possible.

But you’ve got a more immediate problem…

Your pool is already FULL of crap!

Oh, yeah. It’s LOADED in there.

DECADES of it.

Packed down tight, too.

Not only do you have to start policing the poop constantly being dumped on your pavers… you have to work overtime to get the existing poop out of your pool.

And I’ve got even WORSE news for you…

That stuff is packed in there so hard and deep it has become carbonized.

It’s hard as a rock!

And it ain’t easy getting it out. In fact, it’s back-breaking hard work.

You have to work every single day for years… probably DECADES chipping away at that carbonized crap in your pool, removing it a scoop at a time.

All the while constantly scooping up the new crap being dumped on your pavers every day.

Some try… most fail.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news… but I’m compelled to tell you the truth.

In fact, I may be the ONLY guy in your life doing that.

But think about it. If I sugar-coat things and don’t give you the whole truth… well, then I’d be just one more ugly ass beetle pushing crap into your pool, wouldn’t I?

Anyhoo… let’s get back to getting the carbonized ca-ca out of your pool…

If you’ve got the discipline… and more importantly the GUTS to tackle the job, you CAN clean up your pool.

I can share a few things that have worked for me.

But don’t look too closely at my pool.

After all, I grew up in a lower middle class family from Barberton, Ohio … and both my parents’ pools were crammed full of carbonized crap. So all that was passed along to me.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the coup de grace was twelve years in the public school system under duress. That packed it in there even deeper and harder.

(That was the goal of those twelve years, by the way. Meticulously programmed and deliberately orchestrated to pack it in there as hard as possible.)

So as much as you want a sparkling clean pool, free of crap… the deck is stacked against you.

First of all, most people are completely unaware there’s poop in their pool.

And of the ones that ARE aware, most don’t have the balls to even START the clean up process. Of those that do, 97% find the task too difficult and quickly retreat back to life as the walking dead, living vicariously through the television.

And of those that DO dedicate their lives to cleaning up their pools, most are never TOTALLY able to get all the turds out of there.

So don’t look too closely at MY pool. I’m still in the process of getting the crap out of there… while trying my best to prevent new crap from being pushed in by those ugly crap-pushing beetles.

But I HAVE been pretty successful getting a lot of it out of there… and I’m happy to share a few pointers.

1. Do NOT watch or read the news…

That is probably the biggest source of crap in your pool.

Back when I was still a wet behind the ears rookie on the Dayton, Ohio police department… even at the ripe young age of 21, I figured out the media was full of crap.

I saw dozens of stories I was intimately acquainted with… some even INVOLVED in, reported completely 100% FALSELY by the local media.

Not one, not twice… DOZENS of times.

I was THERE… experienced all the details with my own five senses… yet the story reported by the media was a complete 180 to what really happened.

It’s not just the local media that does that. The national media does it, too. The only exception is they do it almost 100% of the time. At least the local media still occasionally has a few brief flashes of integrity. Not so with the national media.

So turn that crap off. It’s dumping huge piles on your pavers.

2. Read uplifting material and material that helps you increase your ability to bring more value to the world…

I’m a voracious reader.

All the successful and wealthy people I know are, too.

In fact, every person I know who doesn’t read regularly is broke and NOT successful.

Some people tell me they don’t like to read.

I know why.

When you read you have to think. And most people are so unaccustomed to thinking, it scares the hell out of them.

So when you say you don’t like to read what you’re REALLY saying is you don’t like to think.

Stay broke and miserable then.

If you want to get the crap out of your pool and live a successful and happy life… you have to read.

And no, watching videos and listening to audios are NOT substitutes. You can easily do both of those activities without thinking.

There is no way around it… you HAVE to read.

And you have to do it every single day.

Start with just 30 minutes a day and make it a habit. (After about 30 days it will be established as a habit.)

I have had this habit for so long (almost 25 years now) that I NEVER miss reading at LEAST 30 minutes a day…WHATEVER it takes.

3. Stop the people pooping on your pavers…

You’ve allowed people into your yard… and they’re constantly pooping on your pavers. And try as you might to scoop it up… there’s too much of it. The big ugly poop-rolling beetles are pushing it into your pool.

The only way you’re going to be able to police this is to cut down the volume of poop being dumped on your pavers.

And the only way to do THAT is to…

Kick those people out of your back yard!

Get them as far away from your pool as possible.

Now here’s where many people fail because most of the people crapping on your pavers are your friends, family… and God forbid… your spouse.

Don’t try to change them. It’s a lesson in futility. That carbonized crap is packed in so high and deep in THEIR pools… and they can’t even see it.

If you try to show it to them, they’ll just get mad at you… and continue crapping on YOUR pavers.

You have to make the tough decision to remove them from your life.

(Hey, I TOLD you getting the crap out of your pool was gonna be hard!)

If you don’t have the guts to do it yourself, I’ve set up a special website to help you.

Simply refer them HERE and hopefully they will get the message.

But seriously… anybody who consistently craps on your pavers has to be removed from your yard… period.

Look… this is the only pool you’re ever going to have… EVER. And your life is going to be so much better when you get the poop out of it.

So there ya go… three simple steps to protect your pool from poop… AND help you slowly but surely get the carbonized crap out of there, too.

Stick with the plan and very soon you’ll be healthier and wealthier… and FEEL a whole lot better, too.

All the best,

Friday, 12:01 AM

Dear Friend,

Happy Friday the 13th!

It’s not like I’m superstitious or anything but it might be a good idea to avoid guys in hockey masks today.

(Insert rim shot here… followed by chirping cricket.)

Oooooo-K…

I’m going to get into some of my down and dirty “street level” entrepreneurship stuff today… but first I want to talk about somebody who has been getting on my nerves lately…

No, not any of the online con-men.

The Colombiana.

I think she is the most persistent person I have ever met in my entire life.

Seriously.

I thought I was persistent… enduring nine long years of continual multi-business failures… but I think she’s even more persistent than me!

And not surprisingly, because of this annoying persistence… she accomplishes everything she puts her mind to.

EVERYTHING.

In certain cases, it took decades… but she never gave up hope and never stopped trying.

I can count on one hand the number of MEN I’ve met in my entire life who have that kind of intestinal fortitude.

One time, when she was only nine years old she saw a soccer team from the Netherlands on TV. I guess it was the first time she had really taken notice of a bunch of white guys with blue eyes.

She looked up from the TV and told her parents that when she grew up she was going to marry a white guy with blue eyes.

The whole family laughed. Her dad said, “You’re going to have to figure out how you can travel to some other country because you’re not going to find any guys like that here.”

Hee hee… ha ha.

She kept quiet.

A few years later one of the buses she rode to and from school used to drop her off directly in front of the only Volvo dealership in the entire country of Colombia.

Every day she looked at those shiny new Volvos… and started dreaming of the day when she would have one.

She announced that dream to her family, too.

Now keep in mind, back then the chances of her ever being able to buy even a used Volvo were about the same as her getting hit twice by lightning while winning the lottery… and marrying a white guy with blue eyes.

Again, the whole family laughed.

Her mom said, “Now look here, Sandrita… the only people who can afford cars like that are surgeons and narco-traficantes.” (drug dealers).

Her older sister, with all the sarcasm she could muster said, “Ha! I’ll have a car long before you can ever even DREAM of getting one!”

I’m not sure if you’ve ever had a dream or lofty goal that you announced to your family and friends… but in 999 out of 1,000 cases the reaction will be exactly the same.

It doesn’t make them bad people… they’re just responding the only way a person with a lifetime of “bad programming” can respond.

How else would you expect somebody to respond after decades of being beaten down and told they’re nothing but a subservient milk cow whose only reason for existence is to sacrifice their life values to the collective?

Plus I think they really believe they’re looking out for you… protecting you from disappointment.

And finally, they don’t want you pulling yourself out of the “crab bucket”.

Because if you succeed… or even just start to take action to better your life, it’s a silent accusation that they have wasted their lives in mindless servitude out of laziness and allowing themselves to be paralyzed by fear.

See, THEY could be taking action toward their dreams and goals, too… if they had any balls.

But they don’t.

Instead, they do everything in their power to pull you back down to their level with all the rest of the mindless worker drone sheeple.

Ya know something… I hope to GOD (or Darwin, I guess, if you’re an atheist) that your family and friends are different.

But I’d be willing to bet all the tea in China they’re not.

Sorry.

SOMEBODY has to tell you the truth.

I experienced it when I first started my “kitchen table entrepreneurship” journey… and it hurt.

Then the hurt turned into anger… and it fueled me on.

But I’ve learned a better way to deal with this… and this is what I now suggest YOU do.

Don’t Tell your Friends And Family NUTTIN’!

Just start taking action to engineer the life you want.

It’s better if they don’t know about it.

The sad part is you’re soon going to have to leave them all behind… and that causes an entirely new set of issues.

But that’s an article for another day.

Anyhoo… back to the Colombiana and her annoying persistence.

Now I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not… but I’m a white guy with blue eyes.

The chances of us ever meeting were probably 1 in 100 million. (That story involves a crooked webmaster who ripped me off and another one of his clients who was assassinated by professional hit men. Again, a story for another time.)

So even though it took almost two whole decades, the Colombiana checked the “white guy with blue eyes” goal off her list.

The Volvo?

Yup, she checked that off the list several years ago… thanks to the white guy with blue eyes.

In fact, she has enjoyed no less than 8 other cars since then, including a Cadillac DTS, BMW Z4 and BMW 7-series.

And her older sister? A few months ago she just got her FIRST car… a two-door sheet metal death trap that I think she has to wind up with a big key they keep in the trunk.

Geez, this is starting to sound kinda hateful. (Good thing none of her family can read English!)

It’s just that…

I Hate The Dream Stealers!

They deserve to be rounded up by evil slave masters, forced to live in pathetic little sheep pens, fed a steady diet of fear and lies… never being allowed to make their own decisions and live life on their own terms… and…

Oh, wait a minute. What am I saying? They already are!

Silly me!

Anyhoo… you have to admit, the Colombiana’s persistence is pretty darn impressive.

But sometimes it can get downright annoying.

Especially the last couple months.

See, she has a new goal… and I’m not necessarily feeling this one.

It involves investing in foreign real estate.

Hell, I don’t even want to invest in real estate in my OWN country let alone another continent.

Plus, I’m not convinced it’s the best timing for that right now.

But I’ve learned that no matter what I say… or ANYBODY says… she’s going to move forward.

Last night she sat down, calculator in hand, Donner the Doberman at her feet and Chiqui the shih tzu on her lap… and figured out exactly how much money she needs to make this deal happen.

And she proclaimed that she is going to make it happen by earning all the money herself. She’s not going to hit me up for one single peso.

Ya gotta respect that.

This morning she went exploring employment options… and immediately encountered her first setback.

Her job opportunities are pretty limited because her English still isn’t that great… and she can’t make the kind of money she needs in most jobs.

Having tasted the rewards of self-employment, she realizes it’s the best way to go.

So as of this afternoon she is starting her own business, recruiting employees, doing street level marketing… all this without any help from her marketing “expert” husband… the white guy with blue eyes.

The only thing she asked me to help with is writing a postcard campaign.

I referred her to my recent blog post announcing my new $25,000 copywriting fee.

Hey, I thought it was funny.

She wasn’t amused.

So against my own advice, I accepted a spec assignment. (That’s a copywriting job that pays nothing up front.)

I simply couldn’t say no.

Well, I guess I could have… but then I’d be writing you from Donner’s doghouse in the backyard.

Anyhoo… all this got me to thinking about something…

I’ve heard every excuse in the book from thumb sucking whiners about why they can’t start their own business… but the one I hear the most is not having the money.

First of all, if you lived within your means and paid yourself at least 10% of all incoming money, that most likely wouldn’t be a problem… but we’re going to talk about THAT another day.

Right now I’m going to take away all your excuses for not starting your direct response/online business.

I already gave you a detailed plan right here for doing it with only $200.

But there are people so broke and in debt right now, they can’t even scrape THAT together… and if they could, they’d be forced to spend it on keeping the electricity turned on and food on the table.

I feel your pain.

I’ve been there.

But if you really ARE serious about starting a direct response/Internet business that can change your life in ways you can’t even imagine right now… here’s a street level entrepreneurship plan for quickly generating the seed capital you need.

First, I’ll present you…

The Budget Plan…

First, go dig in your couch cushions and look under your car floor mats for some spare change. (Laugh if you will but I’ve done it.)

Now go to one of those “Dollar” stores and get the following supplies:

• El-Cheapo brand window cleaner. Investment required, approximately .99 cents…
• Single edge razor blades. Investment required, approximately .99 cents…
• Visit car service waiting rooms (and any other places where people read the newspaper) and grab the USA Today and whatever other newspapers are left there. Investment required, ZERO!
• While you’re swiping newspapers at the car dealerships, ask a salesmen for one of those freebie calendars they give away to all the suckers stupid enough to buy a new car. Investment required, ZERO!

Total investment… $1.98!

That’s it. That’s all you need. We’re ready to get started.

Drive to the closest affluent neighborhood and park your P.O.S. car down the road where nobody will see it.

You don’t want to target the uber-wealthy “Thurston Howell the 3rd” gated estates… just the nice upper middle class neighborhoods. (BTW, hurry up and do this while there still is an upper middle class.)

Stick with me because your uncle DD is now going to help you raise the capital you need to start that direct response business that can set you free.

And how are we going to do that?

Going Door-To-Door Offering
Window Cleaning Services!

No, I’m not kidding. I’m serious as a heart attack.

(Don’t blow me off yet because if you’re astute, you’ll see there are multiple hidden lessons in this post.)

OK, let’s start by crafting your offer.

Pay attention because this is the most important part of your sales pitch…

Today only, since you just had a spot open up in your schedule, you’re offering a HALF OFF discount if the prospect allows you to start right now.

I didn’t say “50% discount”… I said HALF OFF. That’s important.

In addition to your today-only HALF OFF special, you’re also offering a…

100% “Pleased As Punch” Guarantee!

After you complete your service, if your prospect isn’t 100% pleased as punch with the cleanliness of her windows… she pays NOTHING!

You’re doing that so she has no risk whatsoever in trying your service.

This offer I gave you is the part of your presentation you should pretty much say word for word. The rest of your sales presentation will be developed by knocking on about 20 to 30 doors… and getting a few slammed in your face.

If you have a single ounce of salesmanship in your blood, you’ll be able to figure out pretty quickly what keeps you from getting the door slammed in your face.

When you get your first “yes” (which will happen fairly quickly with this offer) clean those windows as if your life depended on it. Those windows better be so frickin’ clean that birds are flying into them.

Collect your money and thank your new client for the opportunity.

Now pay VERY close attention because what comes next is the most important part of the whole plan:

Whip it out (I’m talking about the calendar, you pervert!) and ask…

“What Day Shall I Put You on My
‘Preferred Clients’ Calendar For Next Month?
Tuesday the 15th or Thursday the 17th?”

Do NOT wing it here. Do it EXACTLY as I’m saying.

In direct response we call this “continuity income”… and it’s POWERFUL.

It means the work you do once will continue to pay you over and over again.

You don’t have to start from zero again every month like most other business owners.

Make sense?

Good… because now I’d like to cover the “upscale” version of this plan.

This is for the high rollers who have about $20 bucks to invest.

Get all the same supplies mentioned above. (Although if you found a fair amount of spare change in your couch, you may want to add a squeegee or two.)

You’re still missing one more important item if you really want to make the big bucks…

A Brand New Pair
Of White Coveralls!

You’ll follow the same plan as outlined above… but things are different now.

You’re no longer a “budget” service provider. The minute you put on those bright new coveralls, you promoted yourself to an upscale service provider.

And upscale services charge more money.

So raise your prices!

Same Offer And Presentation…
Just Higher Prices!

Now you’ll be able to raise the money to start your dream business a whole lot faster.

Look, I realize window cleaning isn’t your dream business. And it’s nothing you probably want to do long term.

It’s an option… a means to an end.

I’ve done projects like this in the past. Including the part about having to look for spare change in my couch and car to finance it.

If my back was against the wall and I didn’t have any better paying options… I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

I admit, it’s not sexy… but if you need money, you no longer have any excuses.

It’s not that physically demanding, either. Unless you’re in traction or something you could do this.

Hell, I’ve got a broken L-5 vertebra and three ruptured disks and bones in my lower back putting direct pressure on spinal nerves.

Right now it’s a challenge just getting out of bed and staying upright for more than 30 minutes. But if it were necessary to feed my family or accomplish an important goal, I could do this.

I’ll tell you something else… I’d rather do a project like this than suck at the public teat. It’s not the most glamorous business in the world but at least I’d still have my manhood and self respect.

Onward.

So what do you do with your window cleaning deal after you’ve raised the capital you need?

If you did it like I told you, you also established a clientele and booked repeat business.

Obviously since you now have the capital to get started you should start on your direct response biz. Duh!

But you’ve also created a little cash cow there with your window cleaning deal.

I guess you could just ditch it and notify all the people who booked you next month that you won’t be showing up.

OR… you could pass it off to a responsible teenager looking to make some extra money. Let him have 50% and you keep the other 50%.

Multiple streams of income that require very little of your time are veddy, veddy good… and if I were you, I’d get as many of those going as possible.

Even a couple hundred fungolas a month from a window cleaning business ain’t nothing to sneeze at.

Look, I like talking about direct response copywriting, product development, market research, selling high priced info products… and rolling out your offer on a big scale, raking in millions… all of which I’ve done.

But I haven’t forgotten where I came from.

I’m just a lower middle class guy from Barberton, Ohio with nothing more than a high school education.

I’ve been broke, living in an apartment with no furniture, unable to pay the rent and put food on the table if I didn’t make something happen right away.

I’ve lived in my car with my dog, too proud and stubborn to ask anybody for any help… when “moving up in the world” meant I had the money to rent a room in a scary flea-bag motel.

And this isn’t stuff that happened decades ago… some of it is fairly recent.

This isn’t an attempt to manipulate your emotions so I can close you on some kind of $2,000 Instant Internet Push Button Profits program.

The reason I’m revealing this very personal information that’s actually quite embarrassing to me… is to give you hope and help point your way.

On my entrepreneurial journey, I’ve seen very good times… and incredibly bad times, too.

Good times or bad, I’ve discovered the only person I can ever really depend on to help me is the one staring back at me in the mirror every morning.

Same goes for you, too.

I’ve been tested time and time again… and can unequivocally tell you without a shadow of a doubt…

Iron willed persistence, guts and the willingness to do whatever it takes… even if it means becoming a lowly door to door window cleaner… THAT is how you’ll accomplish your goals.

All the best,

Friday, 1:49 PM

Dear Friend,

Remember last week I told you I was going to test something new?

I started sending my entire message in an e-mail… instead of sending you a short teaser e-mail to get you to click through to a blog post.

I was inspired to try it after Reading Ben Settle’s new “Street Smart E-mail System” course.

It’s working KILLER in one of my niche businesses.

July is always a crappy month in this particular niche… but so far, this technique has DOUBLED my sales from e-mails.

It will be exciting to see what happens after Labor Day when sales come back to normal.

But I’m still not sure if I like doing it for my DobermanDan.com subscribers… for a couple reasons.

First, I’m worried about being an annoying pest instead of a welcome guest.

And second… I miss the comments on the blog. They’ve gone way down since I started this test.

It’s probably just an ego thing but the comments let me know SOMEBODY is listening.

I read every one, even if I’m not able to respond to them all. Most people are really nice and it’s a high point in my day.

Geez… maybe I really DO need a shrink!

Anyhoo… I’ll continue this for a while and see how it goes.

Hey, I’ve been thinking about something the past few days and I’d like to share it with you.

In the past (actually the very recent past) I’ve been guilty of trying to change people.

I did it out of love because I don’t like to see people I care about not living up to their potential.

So I did some things and said some things with the hope I could motivate them and turn them into “go-getters”.

Unfortunately, they’re not, never were… and sadly, probably never will be.

They seem to be content to settle for mediocrity for themselves and their families.

That doesn’t make them bad people. They’re my friends and I love them.

But I think pressure from me (even though it was subtle) was putting a strain on our relationship.

They don’t want to change or improve their lives. If they really DID, they would be taking actions to do it.

And nothing I do or say will change that.

It’s true what Thoreau said… most people live lives of quiet desperation and die with the music still inside them.

So I’ve discovered (the hard way) that trying to change someone is a complete waste of time.

In fact, the very idea that you’re trying to change someone is saying that they’re not good enough as they are.

And it reeks of judgment and disapproval… and those thoughts will only bring separation between you two.

Instead, you have to look for the good in people… and when you do that, almost miraculously, more of it appears.

It’s a simple principle… whatever you focus on, you get more of.

If you only look for the good in people, you’ll be amazed at what your new focus reveals.

All the best,

P.S. Do you agree? Disagree? Think I’m wasting my time with these articles?

Tell me your thoughts in the comments box below.

Saturday, 10:14 AM

Dear Friend,

I’ve caught a few of the world cup soccer games in South Africa.

It’s kinda hard NOT to. The Colombiana has the TV and/or Internet going almost non-stop throughout the day to catch the games.

You see, Colombians are REALLY serious about soccer.

How serious?

Well, a few years back the Colombian team got to the finals in the world cup. The entire COUNTRY was watching that game, expecting their team to win.

Then the unthinkable happened…

The goalie for the Colombian team did what they call in Spanish an “auto gol”… he accidentally knocked the ball into his own goal.

And because of that, Colombia lost the world cup.

Guess what the Colombians did when the team came home…

They KILLED The Goalie!

I’m dead serious! (Pun intended.)

And if that doesn’t demonstrate my point about Colombians and their soccer, here’s another…

I noticed on TV there’s a whole herd of Colombians there watching the games in South Africa.

I found that a little unusual considering the average Colombian only makes about $250 a month.

And unlike here in the former most powerful nation in the world… where anybody can improve their lot in life regardless of what social and economic status they were born into… it is NOT that way in Colombia.

Down there, you’re pretty much stuck for life in the socio-economic conditions you were born into.

Of course, there are exceptions (can anyone say “Pablo Escobar”?)… but it is about 1,000 times more difficult to improve your lot in life down there than it is here.

NOBODY here has any excuses. Down there… different story altogether.

So anyhoo… I see all these Colombians on TV down in South Africa partying and supporting their beloved team… and something just doesn’t compute.

So I asked the Colombiana, “How do all these people afford to travel there and stay for weeks at a time.”

And she reveals the secret…

They Start Preparing For It
Four Years In Advance!

She said people start putting away a portion of their meager earnings week after week, month after month for four long YEARS in preparation for their trip to the World Cup.

I guess the travel agencies down there offer payment plans for this kind of thing.

And forgive me if this sounds like stereotyping… but Colombians are really good about paying their debts. They’ll even go without food for a while if that’s what they have to do to make good on a debt.

Again, it’s different down there. There are consequences to not paying your debts.

And I’m not talking about getting sued or some kind of legal action.

Oh, no. The consequences are MUCH more serious.

Like the friend of a friend who was found dead in a river with both her arms cut off.

Yeah… THAT serious.

So Colombians pay their bills.

I think I’d like to switch gears for a minute and talk about something that’s on everybody’s mind…

The Economy…

Yes, it kinda sucks right now. Especially when compared to the boom we enjoyed over the past few years.

But money is still being spent.

A LOT of money, in fact.

You just have to be a little smarter and work a little harder to get in its path.

And like old Napoleon Hill said, “Every adversity carries within it the seed of equal or greater benefit.”

Hell, there were people who got rich during the Great Depression.

So I’m here to tell you that things are a little tougher right now… but that still doesn’t give you an excuse for not prospering.

Opportunity is still all around us. Lots of money is still flowing. You just need to figure out how to get it to flow to YOU.

Cowering in fear is a surefire way to REPEL money from you. And unfortunately, a lot of people are in fear right now.

See, the problem is, most Americans get their information and world view from the major media outlets… especially TV.

Here’s why that’s NOT a good idea…

TV, newspapers, radio and certain websites make their money by getting more eyeballs to look at their crap.

The more eyeballs looking at their crap, the more ads and sponsorships they can sell… for more money.

Prosperity and good news doesn’t sell that well.

But BAD news, fear and doom & gloom draw a LOT of eyeballs.

Back in my civil servant wage slave days I got to know a lot of reporters from the local media. They had a cute little saying…

“If It Bleeds, It Leads!”

Bad news draws a lot more eyeballs than good news. Hence, more sponsorship and advertising revenue.

So, if you’re like most sheeple, sleep walking through life, and you get your information from these media outlets… you have a very unbalanced view of what’s REALLY happening in the world.

It would be like seeing what happens every day in the worst part of Compton… shootings, gang executions, drug dealing, robberies, etc…. and thinking the entire U.S. is like that.

You’re not getting the whole picture.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m no Pollyanna.

I’ve seen some stuff that would curl your toenails… so I still have a healthy amount of paranoia… but things aren’t as bad as they’ve been made out to be.

Take the story I told you earlier about the Colombians saving for 4 years to travel to South Africa for the World Cup.

Now here are people who make about 95% less money than the deadbeat Americans sucking at the public teat (that’s “welfare” for you city slickers)… in a country a LOT poorer than ours… who have almost ZERO disposable income… making sacrifices and saving money for four YEARS to travel to another continent just to watch a stupid soccer game. (“Futbol” for most of the rest of the world.)

And you tell me people aren’t spending money!

People ARE spending money. You just have to be a lot smarter marketer than in year’s past if you want to get some of it.

So the GOOD news is… there are a lot of people still buying all kinds of things… including whatever it is YOU sell.

The BAD news is… you’re going to have to work smarter, think harder, invest in things to make you a better marketer and study harder… if you want to prosper in this economy.

But that’s really not bad news at all, is it?

It’s just investing in yourself… and that kind of investment ALWAYS pays off… BIG time.

If you buckle down and become a better marketer NOW while things are a little slower than year’s past… when the economy DOES rebound…

You Can Get Flat Out
“Swimming In Fungolas” RICH!

So put in the investment and work you need now.

You’ll survive and prosper when others are falling by the wayside.

But hold onto your hat… the prosperity wave’s a’ comin’.

And when things DO bounce back… it’s gonna pay off for you in ways you never could have imagined.

All the best,

P.S. During my recent 8-week “Kitchen Table Business” coaching program, I equipped 11 people with the secrets they need to prosper in ANY economy.

I put all the webinars on a DVD and and all the accompanying documents and MP3 audios of the webinars on a CD.

The coaching group participants just received the DVD and CD as a free gift for being in the coaching program.

And I got to thinking… maybe YOU would like a FREE copy of the DVD and CD, too.

Well, I’d like to give you a free copy… and I’ve figured out a way to do that.

I’m not quite ready to do it YET… but here’s how you can be notified as soon as I’m ready to give you a FREE copy of my “Doberman Dan’s Kitchen Table Business” coaching program DVD and CD…

Click here to get on my advance notification list.

As soon as I’m ready to release your FREE copy of my “Kitchen Table Business” coaching program DVD and CD… you’ll get an e-mail notice from me.

I can only make the free DVDs and CDs available to the first 50 people. After that, I’m cutting it off and you’ll have missed out… and you do NOT want to miss out on this opportunity.

If you miss out, you’ll be stuck YEARS behind the lucky marketers who recognized the value of this and DID jump on this opportunity.

Here’s what a couple of the proteges in my “Kitchen Table Business” coaching program had to say:

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And he way over-delivered! What I got from Dan went beyond crucial, behind-the-scenes info you’d never find in any book. I also got the inspiration to take real action that puts cold, hard cash in my pocket.” – Benjamin Johnson

“I’ve been working in the internet marketing world for over 10 years now, and I’ve seen a lot of self-proclaimed ‘marketing experts’ come and go.

Dan’s ‘down in the trenches’ knowledge of real world direct marketing is a refreshing departure from all the internet ‘wonder kids’ who’ve never made money selling real products in the real world.

If you really want to learn how to do marketing (and do it profitably) learn from someone who makes it work online AND offline, despite the ever-increasing costs of mailing and list rentals.- Paul Galloway

Click here now to be notified when you can claim your FREE “Kitchen Table Business” coaching program DVD and CD.

Friday, 12:26 AM

“You are writing the script of your life.”

- John Carlton

Dear Friend,

Thoreau was right…

Most people really DO live lives of quiet desperation and die with the music still inside them.

Or like John Carlton said at our recent mastermind meeting…

Most people live their entire lives as if following a script written by somebody else.

They have no earthly idea THEY are writing the script.

And even more amazing… they have no idea their script writing software has a delete button…

… Or they can change the plot… or even the entire cast of characters at any time.

You thought you had to follow the present plot out to the very end?

Not at all.

You thought you were on the last page of the last chapter?

Only if that’s what YOU decide.

Any time you decide, you can introduce an entirely new cast of characters… a brand new plot… and as many new pages as you need to complete your story.

Any time.

Even right now.

Did your last chapter not turn out like you expected?

Your hero went left at the fork in the road only to decide 500 miles down the road that he should have gone right?

No biggie.

Have him turn around and go back!

It really IS that easy.

In fact…

I Give You Permission To Do It!

If you’ve been sitting on your ass waiting for some magical, mystical authority figure to float down from the heavens, anoint you and grant you permission to make a change in your life…

There ya go!

You just got it.

You no longer have any excuses.

As a matter of fact, I’m going to take my own advice…

I’m going to back track to the fork in the road and go the other direction.

See, I think I may have gotten a little side-tracked with my blog here.

I’ve been creating a lot of content for people who already have successful businesses but want to take them to the next level.

I’ve also been talking a lot about the success mindset and how to overcome challenges. (Probably because I’ve had a lot of challenges to overcome recently.)

So I may have lost track of my main focus… and that is to be…

The Kitchen Table Entrepreneur’s Best Friend!

Making millions is a great goal.

But before you can make your first million, you’ve got to make your first dollar.

Or an extra $500 a month.

Or maybe an extra $1,000 a month would make a difference in your life.

Back when I was a lowly civil servant, an extra $1,000 a month would have made a HUGE difference.

Heck, an extra $250 a month would have helped… a LOT.

So if you’re like I was and have a job you’re DYING to get out of… or maybe you’d just like to make a nice extra chunk of change each month from a part-time kitchen table venture…

Let’s Get Started Rewriting The Script Of Your Life!

Who knows… maybe your little kitchen table business could turn into something bigger.

Several of mine did.

Oops! There I go again… getting ahead of myself!

Let’s get you started making an extra $500 to $1,000 a month first. THEN we can start talking about the bigger money.

So how are we going to start rewriting your life script and get you making some more money?

How about with one of my famous kitchen table businesses?

That’s the best way I know.

In fact, in this post I’ve already taken you step-by-step and shown you EXACTLY how I started my very first kitchen table entrepreneurial venture.

That’s a darn good model to follow. It’s worked for me a bunch of times… in a plethora of niches.

In my recent Kitchen Table Business Coaching Program, I took 11 guys through this entire process with me.

But I think I can go one better.

I’m going to start a brand new kitchen table business… in a brand new niche I’ve never worked in before.

AND I’m going to do something I’ve never done before.

I’m going to…

Document The Entire Process For You!

That’s right… you’ll get all the behind the scenes scuttlebutt.

The good, the bad and the ugly.

If this thing blows up and makes me an extra six figures a month, you’ll get every single detail about how I did it.

If I get side-tracked trying to “chase two rabbits at the same time” (like so many entrepreneurs try to do)… I won’t lie to you.

If it’s just a “base hit”… making me an extra $500 to $2,000 a month… you’ll know the exact plan I followed.

If I fall flat on my face and the entire project bombs… I won’t hide it from you. You’ll get every dirty little detail.

Home run… base hit… or strike out…

You’re Going To Discover All My Best
Money-Making Secrets!

What’s that?

You say you’re chomping at the bit to watch me in action and discover my lazy man’s way of making money?

Well, keep your drawers on, grasshopper.

The first lesson you must learn is patience.

I know… patience sucks. You want it NOW!

But to tell you the truth, this stuff is just too good to share with everybody and their brother.

You’re gonna have to QUALIFY to get these secrets.

And the first step in doing that is to click here.

As soon as you do that, you’ll be presented with an opportunity to get on a special list.

Once you’re on this special list, you’ll be the first to watch me “in action”… starting a brand new Doberman Dan kitchen table business… step-by-step… revealing ALL the nuts and bolts of making it happen… and watching the fungolas roll in.

Sound good?

Great!

Click here now to set yourself apart from the crowd and start rewriting the script of your life.

All the best,

P.S. Wanna know why people always say the “P.S.” is the second most important part of a letter?

It’s from back in the old direct mail days.

Usually, after looking at the headline, people would immediately skip to the end of the letter to see who had sent it.

And while they were looking at the end of the letter, the P.S. was a good opportunity to grab their attention.

That’s why you always hear the “you must ALWAYS include a P.S. in your sales copy” rule parroted by different gurus.

Wanna hear some copywriting heresy?

I’ve tested it online in my main niche… and the P.S. didn’t make a lick of difference in response.

You see… online, people usually already know who is writing to them.

It’s not like the old direct mail days where you had to skip to the end of the letter to find out.

So maybe… just maybe… online at least, the P.S. ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Don’t get me wrong… I think it’s important to learn “the rules” and have a good foundation.

But some of the most successful direct mail pieces and websites in the history of direct response have broken the rules.

So, yeah… learn the rules first… then try breaking them and see what happens.

Who knows… maybe breaking the rules is what’s gonna make you your first million.

Click here now to discover how I break the rules and still make money hand over fist.

“Victory belongs to the most persevering.”

-Napoleon Bonaparte

Sunday, 1:11 PM

Dear Friend,

I was a short skinny kid.

I got picked on a lot because of that.

I guess that’s why I eventually got into bodybuilding. (I’ll leave THAT to the shrinks to analyze.)

Anyhoo… back in junior high, a group of my friends were making fun of some kid. I can’t even remember why or what they were teasing him about.

Having been the object of this type of cruelty numerous times in the past you’d think I’d have known better… but like a typical sheep, I joined in.

Even though I joined in late on the teasing, this kid picked ME out of the crowd to call out with the “fightin’ words” of the day…

“Meet Me At The Water Tower After School!”

Of course, this got the proverbial response, “fight… fight… fight!”, shouted in unison.

There were probably eight other guys making fun of this kid, but since I was the puniest, he picked ME out of the crowd as the one he was going to fight.

Smart kid, actually. He chose an opponent he could most likely whip.

But there was one very important lesson we were both about to learn…

It’s Not The Size Of The Dog In The Fight,
It’s The Size Of The FIGHT In The Dog!

Even though I wasn’t “Doberman Dan” back then, (I was still just little Danny Gallapoo), apparently I already had some Doberman in me starting to come alive.

Keep in mind, this was the first REAL fight I had ever been in.

Because I was picked on a lot, I had become a very skilled communicator. I learned how to talk my way out of fights. I had to. I was a puny little guy, afraid of my own shadow.

But I couldn’t talk my way out of this one.

I had been called out in front of all my friends and a bunch of cute girls. If I didn’t show up at the water tower, they would all know I was a coward.

So against my better judgment, I was there waiting at the water tower after school.

My challenger showed up along with what looked like the entire student body.

He started the whole fracas with a punch that felt like a cannon ball hit me square in the face.

I’ll NEVER forget that feeling.

It hurt a LOT worse than I had imagined.

But once the adrenaline kicked in, pain wasn’t a problem.

Nobody had ever taught me how to fight or defend myself… but I figured ANY action was better than standing there like a lifeless rag doll taking a merciless beating.

So I unleashed everything I had…

Punches, kicks, chokes…

I think I even BIT this kid like a crazed rabid dog.

Did you ever see the movie “A Christmas Story”?

If you haven’t, drop EVERYTHING you’re doing this very instant and go rent that movie. It’s REQUIRED viewing for all Doberman Dan subscribers.

Trust your Uncle DD… your life will be better for it.

I was like Ralphie in the scene where he finally stands up to the bully.

After putting up with years of being bullied, I unleashed a lifetime of rage and fury on this poor unsuspecting kid.

We both discovered a life-changing lesson that day…

He Picked A Fight With A WARRIOR!

If the school janitor hadn’t have pulled me off that kid, I might have KILLED him.

Until that day, I had no idea I had that kind of fight in me.

It has come in pretty handy since.

Saved my life several times… literally.

And it’s responsible for all the success I’ve experienced in this crazy world of entrepreneurship I’ve immersed myself in over the past 20 years.

Anyhoo… let’s get back to U. L. Light Junior High School in Barberton, Ohio…

My challenger limped away like a dog with his tail tucked under his legs while I enjoyed a short-lived victory.

Why “short-lived”? This is what happened a couple days later…

After this kid had a few days to recover from his beating, he snuck up behind me at a vulnerable moment and sucker punched me… then ran away like a coward.

Enjoy Your Victories…
They Will Probably Be Short-Lived!

Just a couple days ago, I published this post about my victory over cancer.

While still celebrating my victory, that S.O.B. came back and sucker punched me!

I got a call from my sister informing me my favorite uncle is so eaten up with cancer, he only has a few days to live.

Hijo de puta! Malparido!

I cussed in Spanish so I don’t get hate mail from all the whiny, easily offended “do nothings” who always feel it’s their God-given duty to police any word choices they don’t feel are appropriate. I’m just not up to dealing with those guys right now.

BTW, did ya ever notice the easily offended are never the people who actually accomplish anything. They’re just the whiners, thumb-suckers, critics and cowards on the sidelines… watching the REAL warriors get dirty and bloody in the arena making things happen?

Where was I?

Oh yeah… that bastard cancer was so upset I defeated him, he snuck on me and sucker punched me.

(Yes, I know “snuck” isn’t a real word. The correct word is “sneaked”… but nobody uses that in real day to day conversation. Can we get back to the story now?)

All this got me to thinking…

Most victories aren’t permanent.

You can’t take a hill, high five yourself and promptly lie down in the daisies to drink wine and retire.

Nope.

After you take that hill, you have to keep your weapon at the ready and your mind sharp, staying on the lookout for the enemy. He’s bound to come back sooner or later.

At least that’s how it’s played out in my life.

The very minute the project you’ve invested every last cent of your life savings in and slaved over for years is successful, someone is going to knock you off.

The very second the results come in from the copy you’ve lived and breathed for the past 8 to 12 weeks… and you find out you’ve won the control… the marketing director is on the phone sealing the deal with another hired gun to beat your control.

So enjoy your victories… but stay vigilant.

There is always another battle waiting.

Even if all you want to do is just KEEP the hill you just took, you’re going to have to fight.

That’s the life of an entrepreneur.

The scars, black eyes, bruises, scraped knees, bloody knuckles, and occasional empty bank account…

It won’t be easy.

But if you persevere… it will be worth more than you can possibly imagine.

I promise.

All the best,

P.S. I just finished my first ever coaching program a few weeks ago.

It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.

I never thought I’d enjoy being a coach this much.

Many of my proteges made some life-changing breakthroughs.

And I learned a few things, too.

Being a coach is a LOT more work and emotional energy than I expected.

And I drastically UNDER-priced it.

If I ever do a 4 to 8-week program like that again, the investment will be at least $3,000 to $4,000.

But, if you’re interested in working directly with me, having me reveal all my insider secrets and shortcuts to getting you on the fast track to financial and personal success… I’ve got some good news for you…

I’ve figured out a way we can work together…
without it costing you an arm and a leg!

I can’t totally let the cat out of the bag yet… but this will be an unprecedented opportunity to get direct personal attention from me… including phone and e-mail access… for a mere pittance of my normal consulting and copywriting fees.

In fact, if you can afford cable TV… you can afford this.

Tentatively, I’m calling this brand new program Doberman Dan’s Doghouse.

If you’d like to be one of the first to get all the details about it, click here to get on the Doberman Dan’s Doghouse advance notice list.

Look, I respect you and consider you a friend. I value our relationship too much to abuse you with a never ending string of sales pitches.

If you sign up for this advance notice list, I’ll simply let you know how to get all the details about this new program as soon as I’m ready to launch it.

That’s all. No endless sales pitches.

I promise.

You’re probably as tired of that crap as I am… so I won’t do that to you.

Click here to be one of the first to discover all the details about this exciting new venture with me. You’re not obligated to anything at all.

Thanks for reading my blog. I appreciate you.

Talk soon!

Tuesday, 11:13 AM

Dear Friend,

I’ve been in a few tough situations over the years.

In every single case, by the grace of God (and with a little preparation on my part), I wound up being the victor.

Here’s just a small sample:

• I’ve faced down several homicidal armed attackers…

• Survived two nasty divorces…

• Experienced 10 straight years of consecutive business failures…

• Been legally bankrupt once and technically bankrupt 4 other times…

• Lived without any kind of safety net in two different foreign countries (one was the most dangerous country in the world at that time)… AND…

• I even stripped down to my skivvies in front of 300 drunk horny women to raise money for charity!

In addition to all that, I just added another entry to my list of accomplishments…

Cancer Survivor!

The Colombiana asked me not to share this with you. She thought it was too personal.

She also said you were sick of me. After all, you heard from me every single day for the past 30 days during my YouTube 30-Day Challenge.

She’s right… this IS personal stuff… and you probably ARE sick of me… but I have a feeling somebody might need to hear this.

Anyhoo… I’ve alluded to a health issue here on the blog before. It all started at the end of last year.

Let me give you the “Readers Digest” version of my ordeal.

A week ago at Moffitt Cancer Center in Tampa, Florida I had a large and rapidly growing tumor removed from my thyroid, along with half of my thyroid and some lymph nodes.

By the way, I’d like to answer the numerous questions I received about alternative treatments.

YES, I did explore (and am still exploring) alternative treatment options. I’ve seen numerous success stories from alternative treatments and believe traditional allopathic options such as surgery, chemotherapy and radiation should be a last resort.

Unfortunately, in my case, the tumor was growing quite rapidly and causing some blockage of my airway so I needed a pretty urgent remedy.

Also, the surgeon knew my vocal nerve was involved to some degree and the longer I waited for my miracle cure, the more likely I would lose my vocal nerve.

Now to some people that would be GOOD news since losing my vocal nerve means I can never speak again… but it’s kinda important to me.

So after exploring all my options, I opted for the surgery.

I’m REALLY glad I didn’t wait any longer.

Once they had me cut open, the surgeon discovered things were worse than expected.

My vocal nerve went right up through the center of the tumor. He had never seen a case like that before. It made the surgery a lot trickier… and the chance of saving my vocal nerve plunged down to the single digits.

I think a lesser skilled surgeon would have said, “What’s the use. The chance of saving this guy’s vocal nerve is so small, why should I bother.”

But not my surgeon.

Even though it took twice as long as expected, he took his time and did everything he knew to save the vocal nerve.

My voice is still a little weak but coming back quickly.

Once again, with all the odds against me I’ve come out victorious.

I’m going to celebrate that every day.

Moffitt Cancer Center has these cool little buttons.

They’re color coded according to what kind of cancer you have.

Mine is blue for thyroid cancer.

It’s kinda like we’re all in this exclusive little club with our own secret codes.

We nod to each other in the hallway thinking, “Poor sick bastard. Thank God I’m not sick like him.”

Or at least that’s what I think.

I’m glad to say, I’m leaving the club.

Can’t say that I enjoyed my brief stay. In fact, I don’t EVER plan on returning.

It’s been an emotional roller coaster the past several months… and that’s been a GOOD thing.

Most people coast through life without ever really thinking about their own mortality. They act as if they have all the time in the world… and because of that, they’re always putting off their goals and dreams until “tomorrow”.

The sad fact is most people choose to fritter away their days in mindless grunt work, never even taking the first step toward all the things they claim they’re going to do some day.

Tomorrow is a promissory note guaranteed to no one.

The time to start is TODAY.

I’m truly grateful I got my wake up call.

Hopefully it will serve as your wake up call, too.

Make your days count NOW. Tomorrow is promised to no one.

All the best,

P.S. Thanks to everybody who sent me your positive thoughts, prayers and encouragement. I really appreciate it.

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