Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
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licensing of mcwhorter management
marketing manufacturing 2005
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is prohibited by law.
Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
All Material is protected by law under the
licensing of mcwhorter management
marketing manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
is prohibited by law.
The Cost Inside Each and Every Sale Page 1
Another day, another dollar is my mindset today. I'm respecting the view in the rear view
mirror today, as it may appear closer than it really is, I'm now learning with each glance
in it. Now before I get too deep into this theory, a thought that is solidified in my mind,
and I would like to pass on to you is this: Though one should acknowledge and respect
it for what it is when seen, an obstacle is something you are focusing on and see, when
you lose sight of your goal and destination you're trying to reach. Remember that if nothing
else, and lets get back to this theory. I will admit that I'm conscience of my past, but
sometimes over glorify the good and shy away from the bad in conversations with the
mirror and strangers looking at me, not knowing what they're really seeing. A friend just
blessed me with a song that displays a definition I can only call, accurate. Its called,
"What ya know", and it tears at the very fabric we all want to purchase and wear at the
daily Halloween party called life. Someone also close to me is launching a website,
that celebrates the life of explotation on a real and true level. I'm connecting those two
after speaking with some very powerful businessmen, making moves and setting trends
instead of following them, in front of very eyes. I'm looking in the rear view mirror,
following my steps like the cookies do in your every Internet transaction. I'm falling
slowly into another mind fuck from some men that are nymphomaniacs in the business
world, and I'm not trying to gather myself, I'm trying to prolong this freeze frame moment
to learn as much as I can. I'm shaking my head vigorously because I thought I had seen
all four sides to the box we all live in, and realizing there is such a thing called an octagon
and many more sides to that. Its not that they were putting me down or falsely praising
me, they were exercising my newness and their level of experience in this game I
thought I was playing. If ever a moment or time of humbleness, I'm having one right now,
and we all acknowledged our place, and then the school bell rang. Class was in session
and the first class room you seen when entering into this imaginary building was the one
I was entering. New school, new teacher, new books and same lesson, but on a whole
new level. The course, The cost inside each and every sale, and I was the product being
sold.
Now going briefly back to my friend that's developing a website, his gathering of
thoughts and concept of his project is based on his form of reality. His choice on
explotation is not a negative definition or metaphor for manipulation towards another
individual. He basically is breaking down the tiers of life, and explaining his path in
climbing the ladder he built with tools he had or has available. Its like all of us I guess.
I mean the focus in business and in life, all stem from someone wanting to advance in
a gradual way. In each and every transaction, everyone states a side. Now, there are
good and bads in every transaction. How one delivers their stories or situation,
should in my opinion, state both for the respectable sake of the situation. What's often
forgotten by those entering into this situation, is the mutual and universal choice or
side, that each side knows is valid. When you can start your view or negotiation from
that point, and honestly either give up or take more with your gifts of worth in
representing your side, then you've earned that right to have it in my book. Its yours,
and only you can lose it. It has nothing to do with what you did or didn't do to me. It has
everything to do with what the other person did or didn't do, and how you capitalized
on the situation, not the person and their views that swayed the results. But swaying
back forth in where I was, had been, came from and now going, I was entering a
familiar place I had visited many years ago. A place where Advil and Tylenol stock
went up because I was purchasing it by the cases, from the headaches I was having
via conversations with my mentor. He would tell me, show me, let me witness and
pour so information into me on a daily basis, that I was having headaches, literally.
He was reminding me daily without telling me to remember when he first found me
and ask me, " Whatcha Wanna Do" with your life. He watched me, seen me, fed me,
let me starve and guided me because he took up an interest in my way of thinking
and working. He had a raw talent at his disposal and wanted to live vicariously
through me, while taking to close to what I called, death. Live it through me to tackle
an area he couldn't get into, to boost his sales, have a faithful employee and know I
would never challenge him out if the loyalty part that's just happens to part of my
biological and mental make-up. He also knew I would realize his methods were my
payment and if I was smart, an investment to apply what I was learning and not
learning to build my own and do what I wanted to do once I decided what that would
be. He asked me to make a lifetime choice when I didn't even understand what life
was all about at that very moment. Tell him that I will firmly commit to what I select,
as long as I felt I could give my all to it. To be smart enough to not fix something that
isn't broke, but at the same time, create the tools to fix it, when and if it does. So he kept
feeding me experiences if I was ready or not, knowing I was absorbing it, and could
use it when I felt I understood it. He taught me at the time, the cost inside of each and
every sale.
Another day, another dollar is my mindset today. I'm respecting the view in the rear view
mirror today, as it may appear closer than it really is, I'm now learning with each glance
in it. Now before I get too deep into this theory, a thought that is solidified in my mind,
and I would like to pass on to you is this: Though one should acknowledge and respect
it for what it is when seen, an obstacle is something you are focusing on and see, when
you lose sight of your goal and destination you're trying to reach. Remember that if nothing
else, and lets get back to this theory. I will admit that I'm conscience of my past, but
sometimes over glorify the good and shy away from the bad in conversations with the
mirror and strangers looking at me, not knowing what they're really seeing. A friend just
blessed me with a song that displays a definition I can only call, accurate. Its called,
"What ya know", and it tears at the very fabric we all want to purchase and wear at the
daily Halloween party called life. Someone also close to me is launching a website,
that celebrates the life of explotation on a real and true level. I'm connecting those two
after speaking with some very powerful businessmen, making moves and setting trends
instead of following them, in front of very eyes. I'm looking in the rear view mirror,
following my steps like the cookies do in your every Internet transaction. I'm falling
slowly into another mind fuck from some men that are nymphomaniacs in the business
world, and I'm not trying to gather myself, I'm trying to prolong this freeze frame moment
to learn as much as I can. I'm shaking my head vigorously because I thought I had seen
all four sides to the box we all live in, and realizing there is such a thing called an octagon
and many more sides to that. Its not that they were putting me down or falsely praising
me, they were exercising my newness and their level of experience in this game I
thought I was playing. If ever a moment or time of humbleness, I'm having one right now,
and we all acknowledged our place, and then the school bell rang. Class was in session
and the first class room you seen when entering into this imaginary building was the one
I was entering. New school, new teacher, new books and same lesson, but on a whole
new level. The course, The cost inside each and every sale, and I was the product being
sold.
Now going briefly back to my friend that's developing a website, his gathering of
thoughts and concept of his project is based on his form of reality. His choice on
explotation is not a negative definition or metaphor for manipulation towards another
individual. He basically is breaking down the tiers of life, and explaining his path in
climbing the ladder he built with tools he had or has available. Its like all of us I guess.
I mean the focus in business and in life, all stem from someone wanting to advance in
a gradual way. In each and every transaction, everyone states a side. Now, there are
good and bads in every transaction. How one delivers their stories or situation,
should in my opinion, state both for the respectable sake of the situation. What's often
forgotten by those entering into this situation, is the mutual and universal choice or
side, that each side knows is valid. When you can start your view or negotiation from
that point, and honestly either give up or take more with your gifts of worth in
representing your side, then you've earned that right to have it in my book. Its yours,
and only you can lose it. It has nothing to do with what you did or didn't do to me. It has
everything to do with what the other person did or didn't do, and how you capitalized
on the situation, not the person and their views that swayed the results. But swaying
back forth in where I was, had been, came from and now going, I was entering a
familiar place I had visited many years ago. A place where Advil and Tylenol stock
went up because I was purchasing it by the cases, from the headaches I was having
via conversations with my mentor. He would tell me, show me, let me witness and
pour so information into me on a daily basis, that I was having headaches, literally.
He was reminding me daily without telling me to remember when he first found me
and ask me, " Whatcha Wanna Do" with your life. He watched me, seen me, fed me,
let me starve and guided me because he took up an interest in my way of thinking
and working. He had a raw talent at his disposal and wanted to live vicariously
through me, while taking to close to what I called, death. Live it through me to tackle
an area he couldn't get into, to boost his sales, have a faithful employee and know I
would never challenge him out if the loyalty part that's just happens to part of my
biological and mental make-up. He also knew I would realize his methods were my
payment and if I was smart, an investment to apply what I was learning and not
learning to build my own and do what I wanted to do once I decided what that would
be. He asked me to make a lifetime choice when I didn't even understand what life
was all about at that very moment. Tell him that I will firmly commit to what I select,
as long as I felt I could give my all to it. To be smart enough to not fix something that
isn't broke, but at the same time, create the tools to fix it, when and if it does. So he kept
feeding me experiences if I was ready or not, knowing I was absorbing it, and could
use it when I felt I understood it. He taught me at the time, the cost inside of each and
every sale.