I came into this world kicking and screaming and covered in someone else’s blood. And I always thought I’d go out that way, too.

Until yesterday.

I was on a coaching call with one of my knights in my supplement business mentorship.

And a piece of chocolate on my desk was just too inviting to ignore.

Although I SHOULD have ignored it.

Because I started choking on it.

At first I was coughing so no problem there.

Then it became lodged in my airway. I couldn’t get air in or out.

Now THAT’S a problem.

I walked into the bathroom (with my knight still on the phone in the office) as if that would somehow help the situation.

It didn’t.

I couldn’t breathe.

And in the moment when everything started turning white and surreal, I thought to myself…

Of all the ways to die, choking to death on a piece of chocolate is pretty far down on the list of how I wanted to go.

Not as far down the list as getting eaten alive by a great white shark, mind you. But it’s in the bottom ten at least.

I was pretty sure I was about to black out so I did the last thing I could think of with what little strength I had left.

I started clapping my hands together to try to get the Colombiana’s attention. (We live in a big house and she was in the bedroom talking on the phone.)

She came out to investigate what or whom I was applauding. (‘Cuz I NEVER applaud myself… although I probably should occasionally.)

She saw me stumbling around with a blue face and it didn’t take long to figure out what was wrong.

No, this email hasn’t been published posthumously. I survived.

Chalk another one up for the Heimlich maneuver.

(Wouldn’t it be weird if Dr. Heimlich died by choking to death? Because nobody wanted to save him ‘cuz they thought it might be some kind of copyright or trademark violation?)

Anyhoo… this got me to thinking.

No, I’m not under any delusions that anybody other than me gives a shit if I would’ve died yesterday.

But I was reminded how I felt after Gary Halbert died.

You see, I was close with Gary. And he was always there for me.

Yeah, he was in his 60’s but he seemed bulletproof to me. He seemed invincible.

So for some illogical reason I just thought he’d always be there.

And I took him for granted.

Big mistake.

HUGE mistake.

A mistake of historically MONUMENTAL proportions.

What I SHOULD have done was been on the phone with him every damn day… trying to absorb as much of his brilliance as possible while he was still with us.

And try to get him to laugh a little bit. (It always felt good to make Gary laugh.)

But I was a dumbass.

‘Cuz I took him for granted.

And now he’s gone.

And there are a couple of issues I’m dealing with right now that I’m pretty sure Gary is the ONLY person who could help me.

But that ain’t an option anymore.

Why am I telling you this?

Again, I’m under no delusions whatsoever that anybody gives a shit about me.

They only care about how I can make them money. I get that.

But here’s the thing:

I CAN make you money.

A LOT of money.

Millionaire money, if you choose.

But I can’t help you do if I’m dead.

So click here and take advantage of it NOW… while I’m still alive.

‘Cuz you never know when the next piece of chocolate will have my name on it.

All the best,
Doberman Dan

 

 

P.S. Something else to think about…

You never know when the next piece of chocolate…

…or hungry great white shark…

… or car wreck…

… or cancer…

…or heart disease…

…will have YOUR name on it.

And wouldn’t it be a complete waste of a beautiful life if you died with the music still inside you?

NEVER having gotten even CLOSE to your dreams?

Let’s change that today.

NOW, in fact.

Click here and let me help you…

Pax vobiscum.