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From: Jay Deiboldt Dear Friend, What I am about to share with you is something I'm not proud of at ALL -- but you'll quickly see how this could equate to top rankings, fast traffic, and monstrous profit for you.It's a story which if you're anything like me, just may bring you to tears.I felt horrible... Like such a total ass. So ashamed of what I was doing.There I was -- two years ago reducing a grown man of 41 years old to a sobbing, quivering mess of tears right there on the phone...This man, a good guy - somebody I'd spoken with before...A single dad and father of four small children who was working 3 jobs to make ends meet; was crying on the phone begging me not to have to do this...But there I was - telling him he needed to pay his delinquent credit card bill immediately.Why? So I could make my monthly quota.And you know what? I almost did it. I almost made him send me the last fifty bucks in his bank account.I almost got him to take food out of the mouths of his children.But then something shocking happened...A young girl... I don't know... maybe 5 or 6 years old picked up the phone on the other end, "What are you doing to my daddy?"... "Why are you making my daddy cry?"Something inside of me snapped.I couldn't take it anymore.I hung up the phone, grabbed my jacket and my briefcase, walked to my boss's office, and told him I quit.Then I headed for the door, unsure of what I was going to do with my life, but certain I would never do anything like this ever again.Did you know that collections agents use pseudonyms to protect their identity? And did you know they do it to keep themselves from being located by really angry people that might want to harm them?Some of the dudes I worked with at the agency were just plain jerks and they loved coming up with new names for themselves every day......they thought it was funny to use names like Michael Corleone, Bob Barker, Alan Pacino, and on and on and on.Guess they felt like the people on the other line were either stupid or deserved to be treated like they were...Me... well once I learned why a fake name was necessary, I picked Michael Marsky... and I just stuck with it. So every day -- for 4 long and painful years -- from 9 in the morning until 5 o'clock at night, I was Michael.And I hated him. I hated what he did. I hated what he asked of people. I HATED his life and I dreamed of something better.<a href=" [please contact me for website address] target="_top">Click Here!</a> When I was at the Collection Agency I spent 8 hours of every weekday and 4 hours on Saturdays sitting in a tiny cubicle with a phone glued to my ear. I would call people with delinquent credit cards and try to convince them to pay their bills with money they didn't have. And not only was my $1712.63 after taxes barely enough to make my ends meet -- it had been a constant strain on my conscience.After I quit that fateful day, I was scared. Scared because even though I DETESTED that job... and hated that I had to do it just to scrape by... now I had nothing.But... I was feeling a couple other things too... relief and hope.With nothing to do and no place to go during the next day I plotted out the kind of "job" I truly wanted... the kind of job I dreamed of. I wanted to make really good money I wanted little or no commute I wanted to report only to me And after 4 years of being in collections, I REALLY wanted to help people!Maybe my list seems a little cheesy now, but looking back on it -- that's exactly what I desired in life and what I dreamt about as I fell asleep each night.There was a problem though.It TRULY was a dream... I mean, did anyone really live like this? Wasn't EVERYONE just like me... out there busting ass 9-5... miserable with their jobs and scraping just to get by?Well, after a few days of being jobless I was beginning to tell myself that my list was just plain undoable and a figment of my imagination.And that's when a chance encounter with an old friend quickly changed my mind.I met up with some buddies of mine for a beer at Johansson's Pub, a local bar, one Friday night and we ran into a dude I used to go to school with."What's happening Mike?", I asked, "how's things?"I expected the usual, "Good, how's things with you."But instead, Mike told me that he was doing great and was making some tall cash on the internet as an Affiliate.I had never heard of the affiliate marketing thing so I asked him for more details. He explained it with minimal detail -- to the extent that I knew he was getting paid to sell products for people and companies online.While we didn't get into much more than that before he had to hustle off to be with his girlfriend -- I was enamored by the idea immediately.<a href=" [please contact me for website address] target="_top">Click Here!</a>