Network Marketing is better than a winning lottery ticket. Why? Because it offers wealth by design. Then, why are there so many broke Network Marketers?
Hey, you can weigh in with a truckload of opinions. Here’s the MLM Mobster’s take on all the lame wannabes with their heads up their ass about prospecting…
Some guru sells you a prospecting system. You memorize a script that all the MLM parrots are squawking. And you wonder why your empire ain’t growing.
My middle finger to your scripts. Try connecting to that much talked about and little understood organ in the middle of your chest. It’s called your heart.
Here’s an example of what that looks like. It’s just one scenario. There are as many as there are hearts in the world.
Yesterday, I jump on my motorbike and cruise toward my 10 AM appointment with a doc friend of mine. I was ahead of schedule. Then, bingo! The bike decides to stall at 9:50. I’m talkin’ a dead stall. No sound, no light, no charge.
Do I blow off my appointment? No. I ask the only intelligent question to ask. How do I make this great? I don’t ask, “Why me?” That’s a lame question that only reveals lame answers.
I double-lock the bike. That’s what you do when you’re from the Bronx. I stick out my thumb for a ride. I don’t look like Bambi, so most people accelerate and pass me by.
Hitching is like prospecting. A lot of rejection, and then you score. A friendly guy named Juri stops with a smile and gives the Mobster a lift.
Juri’s English won’t win any prizes. But, he makes himself perfectly clear. Comes to Canada with a dream that’s on hold right now. Yada-yada-yada. I listen to his heart. I ask questions about his life. He gives me his phone number and email then drops me off at my stop.
No script. No verbal vomit about my products or comp plan. Just questions about Juri’s dream.
I don’t bitch and moan about the stalled bike. I choose to see it as an adventure. The result? A fascinating day with big profit potential.
I don’t worry about my bike. I make one call to the guy who sold it to me. Wow! His name is Juri too! He sends a truck across town to pick it up. The driver drops me off close to my crib.
Now my friend tells me there’s a tiny kitten stuck in a tree. He’s been up there for 18 hours. The animal is meowing up a storm; he’s terrified and stuck 70 feet above ground. No, he doesn’t think he can get down.
I go to the stranded kitty scene. People are gathered there. A woman says she thinks we’ve met. Ten minutes later, she gives me her contact info to learn more about my products and opportunity. The MLM thing came up naturally because I asked stuff about what she’s struggling with in her life.
The city officials in Toronto were useless. They put on their bureaucratic handcuffs and said that the cat would come down by itself. Or, they would send someone for $200.
The tree was a dangerous challenge (no low hanging sturdy branches), even with a ladder. We call people and brainstorm other rescue options. The kitten meows itself hoarse.
Suddenly, a cable truck pulls up with two eager young guys. They heard about the cat on the radio and drove across the city to help. Imagine! One of them says that they do this all the time. He’s wiry and fearless. Ladder against the tree, and he’s up to the first solid branch in a blink. But, he’s far away from the cat.
He asks the woman in a house under the tree to get some tuna. She does. Kitty picks up the scent, turns to face the young guy, but refuses to budge.
I suggest that we find a way to prod the cat off the branch and catch it in some kind of net. The tuna lady gets a blanket. I remember that I have a golf ball retriever that extends way-way long. I get it. One of the cable guys climbs onto the roof with my friend and the blanket. The guy in the tree reaches for the ball retriever.
Another truck pulls up with a huge ladder on top. The driver jumps out, says he heard about it on radio too and sped from a faraway part of the west end to help. I’m impressed. I ask him what he does. He says he’s a handyman who is blessed with so much work that he can do what he wants when he wants. Like Network Marketing, but with back breaking work.
I really like this guy. I ask him how long he’s been busting his hump like this. All his life. Next question, “Do you wanna keep working hard?” “No. Not really.”
You guessed it. He’s very interested in checking out my opportunity.
Kitty’s happy. The neighbors are happy. I’m happy with four new prospects (my doc friend from the morning appointment included).
Damn! All I had to do was engage in the world, connect with people, and stay open to all possibilities.
I love Network Marketing.