HELPING YOU START AND BECOME SUCCESSFUL IN A BUSINESS OF YOUR OWN IS WHAT MY BUSINESS IS ALL ABOUT. LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO A VERY POWERFUL IDEA IN WHICH:

*** YOU CAN BUILD A BUSINESS OF YOUR OWN WITHOUT LEAVING YOUR PRESENT WORK.

*** YOU CAN GET THE EXTRA INCOME YOU MAY BE LOOKING FOR.

*** YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RISK YOUR MONEY BECAUSE YOU CAN START FOR ABOUT SIX THOUSAND RUPEES.

*** YOU CAN BUILD A SUBSTANTIAL RETIREMENT INCOME WITHIN JUST A FEW SHORT YEARS.

*** YOU CAN BE YOUR OWN BOSS AND WORK YOUR OWN HOURS.

UNUSUAL ISN'T IT? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR IDEA OF A BUSINESS IS, BUT I KNOW THAT AFTER LOOKING INTO THIS CONCEPT, YOU WILL HAVE A DIFFERENT IDEA OF WHAT A BUSINESS CAN BE.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A BUSINESS OF YOUR OWN? ARE YOU WILLING TO SET ASIDE AN EVENING OR TWO A WEEK, IF IT COULD MEAN FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE?

IF YOU ARE, LET'S GET TOGETHER

AND DISCUSS THE POSSIBILITIES

THE RACE

Quit! Give up! You're beaten! They shout at me and plead,

There's just too much against you this time you can't succeed.

And as I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,

My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakening will as I recall that scene.

For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.

A children's race young men, young boys how I remember well

Excitement, sure. But also fear, it wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope; each thought to win that race.

Or tie for first, or if not that, at least get second place.

And fathers watched from off the side each cheering for his son.

And each boy hoped to show his dad that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went young hearts and hopes afire.

To win and be the hero there was each young boy's desire.

And one boy in particular whose dad was in the crowd,

Was running near the lead and thought, "my dad will be so proud."

But as they speeded down the field across a shallow dip;

The little boy who thought to win lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace

Amid the laughter of the crowd, he fell flat on his face.

So down he fell and with him hope; he couldn't win it now.

Embarrassed, sad. He only wished to disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,

Which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win the race."

He quickly rose, no damage done. Behind a bit that's all.

And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win.

His mind went faster than his legs; he slipped and fell again.

He wished then he had quit the race with only one disgrace,

I'm hopeless as a runner now. I shouldn't try to race.

But in the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face

Then steady he looked and said again, "Get up and win the race."

So he jumped to try again, ten yards behind the last,

"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to move real fast"

Exerting everything he had, he gained eight or ten.

But trying so hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.

Defeat, he lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.

There's no sense in running anymore. Three strikes. I'm out why try?

The will to rise had disappeared. All hope had fled away.

So far behind, so error prone, a loser all the way.

"I've lost, so what's the use he thought, I'll live with my disgrace."

But then he thought about his dad who soon he'd have to face.

"Get up" an echo from the crowd sounded low. Get up and take your place.

You were not meant for failure here get up and win the race!

With borrowed will get up, it said. You haven't lost at all.

For winning is no more than this get up each time you fall.

So up he rose to run once more and with a new commit

He resolved that win or lose, at least he would not quit!

So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been.

Still he gave it all he had and ran as thought to win.

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling. Three times he rose again.

Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed the finish line first place,

Head high and proud and happy, no falling, no disgrace.

But when the fallen youngster crossed the line - last place.,

The crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.

And even though he came in last, with head bowed low, unproud,

You would have thought he'd won the race by listening to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly said, " I didn't do so well."

"To me you won" his father said. "You rose each time you fell."

And now when things seem dark and hard and difficult to face,

The memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.

For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.

And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall!

Quit! Give up! you're beaten! They still shout at in my face.

But another voice within me says get up and win the race.

You are all winners!