He sat and listened full of enthusiasm. This was his ticket out of the job he hated the job where someone else controlled his hours and his income . . . where he was just a number in the companys bottom line and the decision of whether he had a job tomorrow or the next day was not his. This was his chance to escape . . . to get off the never ending treadmill of working for someone else.
He had heard it all before earlier this year. The first time in January . . . the second time in June. He bought all the materials after hearing the business opportunity in January . . . he was so fired up… he was going to make this work.
Now, here it is October and the materials are still in the box. I just dont understand, he muttered to himself. I had such good intentions. . . whats wrong with me? Some of the people I met in January are already making money and I know Im smarter than those guys. Why cant I get started?
That was Joes big question, and he didnt have an answer. It seems that life always seemed to get in the way. His daughter got married and his son wrecked his car and later there was the family vacation.
If you have ever longed for a way out...