Failing Excerpt - Rock Bottom


Chapter 3 – Rock Bottom:

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The experience of being at rock bottom is different for everyone. For some it’s being in the place where the next step down will end your life. For others it’s at a place of total disgust for yourself and the life you’ve allowed to happen. There are varying degrees of each of these but it’s that place where you personally are capable of going no lower. It’s a scary place to be, but a good place to be. Coming from a place of being completely flattened and humbled, the fear of failure is now a moot point. You have failed so totally and yet, here you are. The question becomes, what now?

This is when magic is possible.

You have no one to impress. You have already disappointed everyone.

You have nothing left to fear. The worst has already happened.

You have no friends left to let down. You are completely alone.

In this space you are allowed anything. Your life is at stake. Risks and options you might not have considered before because of pride become not only possible, but necessary.

This is where you start working in earnest to make things right.

My failed attempts at multi-level marketing landed my daughter and me in a trailer with no heat, living off of hurricane relief boxes.

One particularly cold night, while snuggled up to my daughter to keep her warm, I realized I was open to anything. I needed to seriously consider any opportunity that presented itself, no matter what.

In this moment I was vulnerable and gullible, but I was also at rock bottom. Where was there to go but up? Around this time when my defenses were way down, my brother-in-law began pushing a new opportunity he thought I should consider. He was vague about it, insisting I had to meet up with a friend of his. I felt nauseous. I knew this song and dance all too well. But I was also desperate. I knew something had to change. I wasn’t living the life I had imagined for myself, and I certainly wasn’t providing for my daughter in the ways I had promised. Something had to give.

So I agreed to the meeting, and sure enough, it was another MLM pitch. It was in a different industry though, and the product, prepaid legal services, actually interested me this time. The deciding factor was the fact that this opportunity wasn’t going to cost me hundreds of dollars a month in auto-ship fees like the other ones had. This opportunity would only cost me about $35 a month, which was actually doable.

So I dug into my reserves and, again, poured my heart and soul into making lists. I contacted everyone I’d ever met. I begged and pleaded for phone conferences, meetings and all the other “tools” available to get people into my downline. This time my aim was different. It wasn’t just because I was sold on the dream. It was because the safety and well-being of my family depended on it. Failure really wasn’t an option.