What Wal Mart and Pneumonia Taught Me About Network Marketing
At the time, I worked full-time for a major retailer. I stocked shelves all night long.
I had taken a week off work because a good friend of mine who had recently returned from Iraq was threatening suicide. Not only did I worry about him, but his wife and twin daughters also.
They lived in Texas.
“He’s got his gun and he’s drinking again,” his wife told me over the phone. “He won’t listen to anybody but you.”
When I talked with my friend, he said he needed to see me. Bad. I knew what I had to do. So, I called work, told them I needed a week, packed a bag, and hit the road.
I managed to diffuse the Texas situation, but when I got back home, I wasn’t feeling so good. I slept all that night, and the following day.
When I got up to go to work that night, every part of my body hurt. When my feet hit the floor, this throbbing radiated from my soles up through the rest of my body. I also ran a fever. Even my fingernails ached.
I called work to tell them I wouldn’t be in yet another night.
“If you miss tonight, don’t bother coming in tomorrow night, either,” my supervisor said. The obvious meaning of his words seared my soul.
Have you been there? Do you know what I was feeling?
As bad as I felt, I had bills to pay. I liked to eat, and the prospect of homelessness didn’t appeal to me much.
So I went to work.
It’s funny how we lie to ourselves, just so we can tolerate our misery. For example, I always told myself I liked most of the people I worked with, that most of them were good people stuck in a crappy job.
This night opened my eyes.
With two notable exceptions, I realized I hated being around all of them. Their bitching and moaning about their pitiful little lives made me want to punch them in the face.
When my supervisor asked if I’d finish my three pallets tonight, I said nothing. Well, not with words, anyway. I’m sure he was able to interpret my glower.
I finished my pallets.
My friend Bill asked if I was going to the doctor when I got off work.
“I can’t afford it. I’m just going to go home, have some chicken noodle soup, drink a lot of water, and sleep all day.”
That’s exactly what I did.
I went to work the next night, still feeling like each breath would be my last. I must have looked horrendous; even a couple of customers asked if I was OK.
Fast forward a couple weeks. I’m feeling better, managed to keep my job, but still realize I hate my situation. I couldn’t hide it from myself anymore.
Then I cut my hand on an broken jar of spaghetti sauce, and had to go to the hospital. The cut required 6 stitches. But that wasn’t the best part.
The ER did a routine chest X-ray, and told me I had full-blown pneumonia. They wanted to admit me on the spot. I told them my situation, how I felt two weeks earlier, but I felt most of it was gone by now.
The doctor told me to come back if any of those symptoms reappeared. They didn’t.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, as a network marketer, I don’t have to go to work with pneumonia anymore. If my friend needs me, I can pack up the car and go without having to report to anybody.
But that’s not the best part . . .
What I love the most about being a full-time network marketer is that I don’t have to tolerate people I can’t stand. I don’t have to lie to myself, just to tolerate their presence. If I don’t want to be around you, trust me, I’m not going to be.
Today, I surround myself with positive, uplifting people who focus on bettering themselves and those around them who want to better themselves also.
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