Ashley Needles

I don't want to sell. I want to serve!  Unless you're a complete psychopath, sales is really not a job you belong in.  I don't ever want to even meet another sales person or pass one on the street. NOPE! No thanks! Walk the other way BuckO! I think we all know at least one sales person who should be put behind bars! What do I want?  I want to serve people. I want to help people take care of themselves and their families. I want to give people peace of mind . I want to go to bed knowing that tomorrow, if someone I care about is hurt or injured, they don't have to worry about bills piling up because they know they will have a paycheck regardless.   I want those I'm with not to be devastated by a car repair or maintenance. I want to go to sleep knowing that if there's a fire and someone loses their home to it, they will still be okay. If that's you too, I want you on my team. I want to help you build a business that is focused on helping people. Sales is terri

During my pregnancy, everyone focused on me. Grocery store clerks would pressure my partner to give me massages or give him guilt over not doing enough. Guilted and shamed a man who with bleeding fingers would try to give me shoulder massages, who brought me breakfast in bed every morning before going to work, a man who would get up every night to go make me a three course gourmet meal since I ate every two to three hours while I was pregnant and each time I ate, I ate a ton. Because I was pregnant, he was treated like dirt.   In my third trimester, the pipes broke. A freeze hit. We had no water. Digging in the frozen earth through a clay almost impossible to dig even in the summer, he started doing meth. After ten years of sobriety, he relapsed into drug use. He threatened to kill me and our unborn child picking up metal pipe to follow through on his words. I left, wondering if the schizophrenia that ran in his family had hit him and fearing for the future of our daughter. Before then

  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 di