I recently sent out a survey to find out some of the biggest questions, concerns and fears that people have in regard to starting a home based business. I will be addressing the topics that came up in the results of the survey through a series of online videos.
One of the biggest concerns that people have when it comes to starting a home-based business is that they won't receive the training and support they need in order to be successful (I was actually shocked to discover that this is such a common concern, because I haven't personally had an issue w/ this at all during the 6-year course of my business).
So... here's your first video which addresses training & support:
Remember, if you decide at any point that you're ready to join us (and be wildly successful and have a ton of fun!),you can do that here.
Enjoy!
Expect Abundance,
Amy
www.GoGiverSuccess.com
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
How are we doing?
I was contacted a few days ago by someone wanting to know how our business is doing now that our economy is experiencing a recession.
All I can say is that we are definitely in the right place at the right time. Here's a 2-minute clip from NBC news on this topic and how people are turning to Network Marketing in today's soft economy.
My experience has been great... there are just so many people looking for ways to create income (and fund their retirements) right now. It's great to be able to offer something that can make a difference for people who are struggling during this economic downturn.
If you look back over history, it seems our industry tends to thrive in depressed times. The best thing you can do is continue to educate people about this... many of them don't even know that opportunities like these even exist.
Don't take for granted the knowledge that you have and the fact that you have an amazing opportunity right at your fingertips... you have a lot to be grateful for.
And remember, you also have the opportunity to make a huge difference for someone who hasn't found a solution yet...
Don't keep it to yourself...
Expect Abundance,
Amy
p.s. Remember, we can help you (and the people you know who have been laid off, etc) to begin making money immediately. What are you waiting for?
http://www.GoGiverSuccess.com
All I can say is that we are definitely in the right place at the right time. Here's a 2-minute clip from NBC news on this topic and how people are turning to Network Marketing in today's soft economy.
My experience has been great... there are just so many people looking for ways to create income (and fund their retirements) right now. It's great to be able to offer something that can make a difference for people who are struggling during this economic downturn.
If you look back over history, it seems our industry tends to thrive in depressed times. The best thing you can do is continue to educate people about this... many of them don't even know that opportunities like these even exist.
Don't take for granted the knowledge that you have and the fact that you have an amazing opportunity right at your fingertips... you have a lot to be grateful for.
And remember, you also have the opportunity to make a huge difference for someone who hasn't found a solution yet...
Don't keep it to yourself...
Expect Abundance,
Amy
p.s. Remember, we can help you (and the people you know who have been laid off, etc) to begin making money immediately. What are you waiting for?
http://www.GoGiverSuccess.com
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Are You A Go-Giver?
"Go-Givers give. It's who they are;it's what they do. They give in different ways and the most effective ones give according to their strengths."
~ Bob Burg, co-author of The Go-Giver
Have you read the book The Go-Giver? It's a quick easy read, INCREDIBLY inspiring, and highly recommended. If you haven't read it yet, you can check it out (and get a free chapter) here.
A friend sent me this story today. I thought I'd send it along... as it's a perfect example of a Go-Giver and the kinds of differences we all have the ability to make for others. If you're a Go-Giver, this story will certainly get your emotional juices flowing...
A Cabbie's Life Work
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry.
Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.
But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.
But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."
"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.
She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
"People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel."~ AuthorUnknown
Expect Abundance,
Amy
p.s. Are you a Go-Giver? Do you want to make a huge difference for others? It's all right here.
~ Bob Burg, co-author of The Go-Giver
Have you read the book The Go-Giver? It's a quick easy read, INCREDIBLY inspiring, and highly recommended. If you haven't read it yet, you can check it out (and get a free chapter) here.
A friend sent me this story today. I thought I'd send it along... as it's a perfect example of a Go-Giver and the kinds of differences we all have the ability to make for others. If you're a Go-Giver, this story will certainly get your emotional juices flowing...
A Cabbie's Life Work
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry.
Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.
But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.
But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."
"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.
She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
"People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel."~ AuthorUnknown
Expect Abundance,
Amy
p.s. Are you a Go-Giver? Do you want to make a huge difference for others? It's all right here.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Go-Giver Success Group
Well... we've just launched a new system in my primary business that is set up to help people earn residual income FAST... much faster than it took me to get to the point where I could quit my job!
In this economy, we are aware that there are thousands of people looking for ways to make an income. Our group, our business, and our system is set up to help people who are interested in making a difference for people to create wealth by doing just that.
Are you someone that likes to help others, a Go-Giver? Do you know that the easiest and fastest way to get everything you want in life is to help others get what they want?
Well, that's the game we're playing and it's definitely a fun one. Wanna join us? If you like making a difference it's pretty much a no-brainer.
Come see what we're all about.
Enjoy!
Expect Abundance,
Amy
www.GoGiverSuccess.com
In this economy, we are aware that there are thousands of people looking for ways to make an income. Our group, our business, and our system is set up to help people who are interested in making a difference for people to create wealth by doing just that.
Are you someone that likes to help others, a Go-Giver? Do you know that the easiest and fastest way to get everything you want in life is to help others get what they want?
Well, that's the game we're playing and it's definitely a fun one. Wanna join us? If you like making a difference it's pretty much a no-brainer.
Come see what we're all about.
Enjoy!
Expect Abundance,
Amy
www.GoGiverSuccess.com
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