The Real Goal Of Network Marketing

Copyright 2006 Donovan Baldwin

Her name is Jessica and she is a single mother in Georgia. Sheis engaged and living with her fiance, but she has 2 kids shewants 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 raisethem as once kids were raised...as she was not raised. Herfiance has a good job, but with 2 kids and one on the way, it'shard to make ends meet sometimes. We know, we've been there.

The clutch went out on her fiance's truck last week, the onevehicle he has to get him back and forth to work. He's just beenpromoted into a management training program with Wal-Mart, andhe really didn't need this right now. She's pregnant again, butshe also works and needs her beat up old jalopy her grandmotherhelped her buy to get to work herself.

The initial estimate was $800.00. They had no idea of where theycould get that kind of money. Even when they got a few other,lower, estimates and got the work done (it wasn't the clutchafter all), the bill came to over $400.00. They couldn't reallyafford 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 thenews. She had a check coming for $57.00 that week, and the weekafter 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 useit 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 muchto some internet marketers, but to them, it's the differencebetween disaster and "everything's okay."

I got her, and Jay, and Donna, and Ruth, and Sarah, and othersinto internet marketing, and they're the success stories. Johnand Joseph and Shawna and Celestine didn't do that well. Icouldn't help them. I did what I could for them, but forwhatever their personal reasons and circumstances, they didn'tmake it.

A few years ago, I was a truck driving instructor with a majornational carrier...big orange trucks with the owner's name on'em. Every two weeks I met a new group of people, about half ofwhom had hit bottom or were trying to get back up before theygot that far down. Many wouldn't make it. Some would give ittheir best shot and fail. Some could learn what I was trying toteach without breaking a sweat. Some could handle the drivingbut 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, andthe really hopeless...and sometimes the damneddangerous...because I could remain calm when they were going topieces...sometimes at 60 miles-per-hour on the interstate. Hencethe CB handle an ex-special forces/Philly cop pinned on me whichI use as a handle in forums sometimes...teflondon. My nicknamebefore that was Sergeant. A lot of times I was working withsomeone who was being given one last chance, and a lot of timesthey really had nothing to go home to. I always tried to do mybest, but sometimes my best wasn't good enough. Sometimes I hadto walk 'em upstairs to Charlie, my boss, and sit there while hegently gave them the news. Sometimes they took their anger outon us and blamed us...some yelled, some cursed, every once in awhile, one got violent. Sometimes they smiled and were reallypolite 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 TrainingCenter looking for me, or the instructor who trained him or her.I remember Martin in particular. When Martin arrived at theschool, he had clothes in two conditions...bad and worse. Hisshoes were literally falling apart. He showed me a picture ofhis beautiful wife and two gorgeous children. He had not had ajob for over 6 months. He was glum and desparate. He had a lotof problems in the classroom, and wasn't much better in thetruck, but he refused to give up. I could see him in sparemoments walking around somebody's truck naming the parts tohimself. A few weeks after he graduated, I met him at one of ourfacilities. He was wearing all new clothes, and he was smilingand happy. He shook my hand and thanked me for helping him makemoney like he had never made before. He was now proud of himselfand able to take good care of his wife and children.

Can you imagine the feeling? To have made that much of adifference in someone's life simply by showing them how to do ajob and do it well?

Yes, someone in network marketing or internet marketing is outto make money, just like I collected a salary for teaching thosepeople back then. However, when the failures get you down, ifyou can remember someone you have helped achieve their dreams orlighten their load, you can find a reward more valuable in manyways than the money you earn.

There are lots of reasons to have your own internet marketingbusiness. I can make a couple of phone calls and have a prettygood job before 48 hours has passed, but I am in internetmarketing because I like being able to make the money I makeworking the way I want to work, at home, without bosses, on myschedule.

One of the other perks is the feeling I get when I know I havehelped start someone on the same path I have traveled, andmaybe, by sharing some of my experiences or skills, making thatpath a little easier to travel.

About the author:

The author is retired from the army after 21 years of service. Agraduate of the University of West Florida (73) with a degree inaccounting, he has worked as an accountant, optical lab manager,restaurant manager and truck driving instructor. He now makeshis living on the internet. More articles athttp://business-info.xtramoney4me.net .

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