I met Randy when I was in Grade 6. Randy was much larger and two year older then I was. He promptly "pounded my face in." and much to my disappointment when I went to the Junior High in Grade 7, there was Randy, who reminded me with another thrashing, about how well he enjoyed my company. I was an easy mark -- he was sadistic, and he loved to beat up boys smaller then he was. I was his favorite.

See... but life is like that. If you're an easy mark you get beat up. And life isn't fair.

As we got older this just continued. 'Cept more and more I was getting a few good licks in here and there. Sure, I still got beat up, but I made sure he hurt a little bit too.

The last two times we fought we were in our twenty's. We were on opposing mens basketball teams. I started both fights, both times. I broke his nose the last time, but he still managed to beat me up pretty good. It seems plain and simple enough -- he just got tired of having to beat me up -- especially so after I really started asking for it. So he just mostly started leaving me alone.

Four years after telling my wife I was going to buy a computer and learn how to make money with it, found me working for the man 6 days a week 12 hours a day. Then I would come home and put between another 4-6 hours on the computer. My primary family disowned me, my wife kicked me out and filed for divorce, and bankruptcy was closing in quickly. You'd think at least my boss would appreciate me, but it wasn't true. I was the "shop steward" and a constant pain in managements side. They couldn't wait to find some kind of dirt to get rid of me.

But the three reasons I bought that computer was that 1)although I liked working, I resented having someone else in control of my life. And b) nobody was paying me what I was worth and C) I wanted to give my family everything they wanted.

So when it was "life" that was "kicking the crap out of me" -- just like I did with Randy I took it as it came and asked for more. The two biggest things in my favor was that I wasn't overly intelligent -- and certainly not smart enough to realize I was beaten and b) I was stubborn. No... I mean I am damned stubborn.

(he-he)

Well... that was four years ago. I quit my job, saved the house, and rescued my marriage. My wife who was against the whole business idea from the very start now helps me manage the business and offers her FULL support for a second business I am starting right now.

Looking back at it now, I think, "I must have been crazy..."

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. I already know the outcome.

Sure -- I understand it has been a LOT easier for many people. The picture I painted sure looks dismal when you get used to reading headlines like "How to make Thousands a Day in your Underwear at your Kitchen Table." Or like a piece of spam I received today offering to increase my business by a whopping 500% in the next 90 days.

The point is -- life isn't fair. It may be easy for some, and it might not be easy for others. Some of you may try and make it, others will try and fail. Failing and quitting are not the same thing. I failed, many times -- until the powers that be just finally got tired of kicking the crap out of me. Now they mostly leave me alone.

Best Regards,
Steve MacLellan




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