istributor. The next day Marc found out he had another downline. But all was not well.

Marc was so sure I wouldn't build the business he kept my sponsorship

but he placed me under somebody else. He told me the person's name and telephone number and suggested I call him, which I did, but he never returned my call. Did that endear me to him? Absolutely not! Did I call him again? No, I did not.

I can be stubborn. I'm old enough to be Marc's mother. Silently I thought to myself - where's that yo

It was early evening late in March, 2004 when my office telephone rang. When I picked up the receiver it was a young man with whom I was involved in times past in network marketing businesses. I knew by instinct why he was 1calling me, and I didn't want any part of another network marketing business. I had failed often enough, but my mother raised me right, and I didn't hang up on him.

I was only half listening to him when he said his product was liquid. That made me sit up and take notice. I absolutely did not like liquids. As a child when I had a cold the doctor had to prescribe cough medicine in pill form. My caller further told me it was not selling, but was a marketing opportunity. Thinking of a way to get rid of him without being rude I said "Marc, you know I can't market anything unless I believe in it." Whereupon he said "Let me send you a bottle, then you can make up your own mind."

Sooner than I expected, the sample bottle arrived. I took note the company name was XanGo. I noticed the bottle was attractive. I read the contents - nothing unusual about the contents, but what in the world was 'garcina mangostana'? My first reaction - I had better taste it. That was the least I could do, after Marc was nice enough to send it. I opened the bottle, put a generous portion in a drinking glass, and downed it. My immediate reaction - not too bad.

Marc had sent me his website so I went to the computer and read

the site. Impressive! He had included a newsletter and a couple brochures. I absorbed them.

But then my common sense came to the forefront. It seemed like a

good idea, but I only had enough money left from my social security check to pay my electric bill and telephone bill. How did I think I could afford to get involved in a network marketing business?

I thought about the business all weekend. I have always been a spontaneous person, but I lived alone and had nobody to talk over the possible pitfalls that might occur. Finally I went to Marc's website and signed up as a distributor. The next day Marc found out he had another downline. But all was not well.

Marc was so sure I wouldn't build the business he kept my sponsorship

but he placed me under somebody else. He told me the person's name and telephone number and suggested I call him, which I did, but he never returned my call. Did that endear me to him? Absolutely not! Did I call him again? No, I did not.

I can be stubborn. I'm old enough to be Marc's mother. Silently I thought to myself - where's that you

did not like liquids. As a child when I had a cold the doctor had to prescribe cough medicine in pill form. My caller further told me it was not selling, but was a marketing opportunity. Thinking of a way to get rid of him without being rude I said "Marc, you know I can't market anything unless I believe in it." Whereupon he said "Let me send you a bottle, then you can make up your own mind."

Sooner than I expected, the sample bottle arrived. I took note the company name was XanGo. I noticed the bottle was attractive. I read the contents - nothing unusual about the contents, but what in the world was 'garcina mangostana'? My first reaction - I had better taste it. That was the least I could do, after Marc was nice enough to send it. I opened the bottle, put a generous portion in a drinking glass, and downed it. My immediate reaction - not too bad.

Marc had sent me his website so I went to the computer and read

the site. Impressive! He had included a newsletter and a couple brochures. I absorbed them.

But then my common sense came to the forefront. It seemed like a

good idea, but I only had enough money left from my social security check to pay my electric bill and telephone bill. How did I think I could afford to get involved in a network marketing business?

I thought about the business all weekend. I have always been a spontaneous person, but I lived alone and had nobody to talk over the possible pitfalls that might occur. Finally I went to Marc's website and signed up as a distributor. The next day Marc found out he had another downline. But all was not well.

Marc was so sure I wouldn't build the business he kept my sponsorship

but he placed me under somebody else. He told me the person's name and telephone number and suggested I call him, which I did, but he never returned my call. Did that endear me to him? Absolutely not! Did I call him again? No, I did not.

I can be stubborn. I'm old enough to be Marc's mother. Silently I thought to myself - where's that yo

e was attractive. I read the contents - nothing unusual about the contents, but what in the world was 'garcina mangostana'? My first reaction - I had better taste it. That was the least I could do, after Marc was nice enough to send it. I opened the bottle, put a generous portion in a drinking glass, and downed it. My immediate reaction - not too bad.

Marc had sent me his website so I went to the computer and read

the site. Impressive! He had included a newsletter and a couple brochures. I absorbed them.

But then my common sense came to the forefront. It seemed like a

good idea, but I only had enough money left from my social security check to pay my electric bill and telephone bill. How did I think I could afford to get involved in a network marketing business?

I thought about the business all weekend. I have always been a spontaneous person, but I lived alone and had nobody to talk over the possible pitfalls that might occur. Finally I went to Marc's website and signed up as a distributor. The next day Marc found out he had another downline. But all was not well.

Marc was so sure I wouldn't build the business he kept my sponsorship

but he placed me under somebody else. He told me the person's name and telephone number and suggested I call him, which I did, but he never returned my call. Did that endear me to him? Absolutely not! Did I call him again? No, I did not.

I can be stubborn. I'm old enough to be Marc's mother. Silently I thought to myself - where's that yo

ed them.

But then my common sense came to the forefront. It seemed like a

good idea, but I only had enough money left from my social security check to pay my electric bill and telephone bill. How did I think I could afford to get involved in a network marketing business?

I thought about the business all weekend. I have always been a spontaneous person, but I lived alone and had nobody to talk over the possible pitfalls that might occur. Finally I went to Marc's website and signed up as a distributor. The next day Marc found out he had another downline. But all was not well.

Marc was so sure I wouldn't build the business he kept my sponsorship

but he placed me under somebody else. He told me the person's name and telephone number and suggested I call him, which I did, but he never returned my call. Did that endear me to him? Absolutely not! Did I call him again? No, I did not.

I can be stubborn. I'm old enough to be Marc's mother. Silently I thought to myself - where's that yo

istributor. The next day Marc found out he had another downline. But all was not well.

Marc was so sure I wouldn't build the business he kept my sponsorship

but he placed me under somebody else. He told me the person's name and telephone number and suggested I call him, which I did, but he never returned my call. Did that endear me to him? Absolutely not! Did I call him again? No, I did not.

I can be stubborn. I'm old enough to be Marc's mother. Silently I thought to myself - where's that young whippersnapper get off, telling me what to do? Did I make any money? Read on to find out how things turned around for me after I got off my high horse