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I was DONE!

 

PTSD made the online world a scary place. I didn't know who I could trust and who I couldn't. I gave up the idea of being an entrepreneur. It was too much for me after everything I went through during the fall of Empower Network. Hacks, death threats, not to mention a certain person proclaiming I was the reason the world was going to end, which sounds hilarious if you weren't witness to the massive power that person had to persuade vast amounts of people to his point of view. 

I tried dipping my toes in a few times but got scared off every time. Once by someone telling me how people lost their savings to an investment MLM, the flash backs of lives ruined haunted me. I pulled out terrified I would hurt people through promoting a product I thought made sense if people used it sensibly but I know how convincing others can be at getting people to "Go All In," and forget their needs to budget. 

I tried an insurance MLM that quickly changed its tune to a completely different company after I joined and the owner wasn't someone I felt comfortable elevating due to his bigotry. 

After being assaulted several times driving for Uber and Lyft, I tried getting back into the online world but just couldn't get myself going. I was too traumatized. So what in the world could possibly pull me back in? 

What if you're like me? Struggling. Not sure what to do. What if you could start something for free and just see where it would take you before making a commitment. What if you could try it just for fun without buying product or doing sales calls? Would you be interested? I was enough to write this blog about it. I want to give people I care about a way to make money. 

As a single mom, I've realized how difficult it is to choose between providing for Spunky and being with her. It isn't fair to make parents choose between paying their bills and spending time with their kids, but that's, "The American Way."

I'm not the only one with this "Sophie's Choice" if you will permit me a bit of an overstatement. I saw first hand how difficult things were for Alex (a single dad) and Angie (his daughter) and for Cole and Jamilyn who despite having each other also have five kids and have experienced homelessness where at times their kids were fostered by different members of their respective families. I know my friends aren't the only ones struggling to provide for their little ones. 

My heart hurts at how desperate families are at this point in time with the dollar failing more and more each day to provide adequate support for a long day's work. Fiat currency typically fails after 200 years and the US dollar has passed its prime. It's on life support and I doubt any political party or president can save it. 

At this point, people my age will need over a million dollars in savings by the time they reach 65 if they ever want to retire and our kids will need over three million dollars. 

I don't know of any offline work that pays the requisite amount to allow people to live even in poverty at the current rate of inflation in twenty years. Do you? 

So I've been building some online portfolios, Ashley Needles Portfolio on Wirestock and AshRieN on Zazzle to help pay the rent, but these don't have the same power to help others in the same position as I find myself in after years of trauma drained my courage.

Are you like me?  Wondering if you can do it, wanting to dip your toes back into network marketing but not sure if you have what it takes? If you are, would you be willing to try something that doesn't cost anything to start?


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