Monday, June 19, 2006
We Like this Product
Product Review: Self Improvement Millionaires
By: Chuck Bartok
In a nutshell, this program is one of the easiest and best ways for anyone, novice or experienced entrepreneur, to set up a successful new business on the Internet or regenerate an old business.
Every month, the program obtains two original and well-written reports on self-improvement or self-help. It then couples each report with a professionally written sales letter and outstanding graphics. You end up with virtually everything needed to begin selling information on the Internet within days.
As John Watson, www.motivationtoday.com, wrote in a recent letter, "I am a self-help enthusiast. So I was delighted to hear about this self-improvement site. I signed up for a year in advance immediately and have not been disappointed.
"The site contains great self-help products which I will be able to use almost at once. If you want to improve your life or help others to improve theirs, check out the site and make up your own mind."
Participation in Self Improvement Millionaires requires a membership. The cost is $37 a month.
Your membership provides you with two ?ready to sell? self-improvement reports every month. These reports are available in two different formats, rich text format compatible with both PC and Mac and Adobe PDF format which is already in an ?e-book? format. This means you can start selling your reports immediately.
And when you consider that obtaining the resale rights to just one of these reports could cost hundred dollars...plus all the marketing materials...you can see for yourself what a fantastic bargain the membership is.
And you don?t want to overlook the excellent training material you get with your membership. It guides you step-by-step through the process of turning your reports into cash.
If I have any complaint at all with Self Improvement Millionaires it is the fact that I can get only two reports a month. But then again, I have to realize that by doing a really good job of marketing each report, I am on the way toward generating a terrific income. And I will probably be as busy as I want to be.
As Kenneth Reno, www.myjvtools.com stated, "Some people are charging hundreds of dollars for private label content. But you guys are giving us 2 fresh new products each month."
Self Improvement Millionaires is definitely the way to go if you are thinking about cashing in on the Internet information gold rush.
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Self Improvement Millionaires
It can save you tons of money and time...plus giving you the products, marketing materials and guidance necessary to help you become a success.
This program can really help your Networking Income. Share it with others and watch your Organization grow.
Chuck & Shirley Bartok
Team Health2Wealth
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Friday, June 16, 2006
GOOD Thoughts for this Weekend
Happy Fathers Day!
A father is neither an anchor to hold us back,
nor a sail to take us there,
but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.
My Friday Story
AAA Dad
Author Unknown
For 52 years my father got up every morning at 5:30 a.m., except Sunday, and went to work. For 52 years he returned home at 5:30 p.m., like clockwork, for dinner at 6:00 p.m. I never remember my father taking a "night out with the boys," nor do I ever recall my father drinking. All he asked from me as his daughter was to hold his hammer while he repaired something, just so we could have some time to talk to each other.
I never saw my father home from work ill, nor did I ever see my father lay down to take a nap. He had no hobbies, other than taking care of his family.
For 22 years, since I left home for college, my father called me every Sunday at 9:00 a.m. He was always interested in my life, how my family was doing, and I never once heard him lament about his lot in life. The calls even came when he and my mother were in Australia, England or Florida.
Nine years ago when I purchased my first house, my father, 67 years old, spent eight hours a day for three days in the 80-degree Kansas heat, painting my house. He would not allow me to pay someone to have it done. All he asked, was a glass of iced tea, and that a hold a paint brush for him and talk to him. But I was too busy, I had a law practice to run, and I could not take the time to hold the paint brush, or talk to my father.
Five years ago, at age 71 again in the sweltering Kansas heat, my father spent five hours putting together a swingset for my daughter. Again, all he asked was that I get him a glass of iced tea, and talk to him. But again, I had laundry to do, and the house to clean.
Four years ago, my father drove all the way from Denver to Topeka, with an eight foot Colorado Blue Spruce in his trunk, so that my husband and I could have a part of Colorado growing on our land. I was preparing for a trip that weekend and couldn't spend much time tallied to Daddy.
The morning or Sunday, January 16, 1996, my father telephoned me as usual, this time from my sister's home in Florida. We conversed about the tree he had brought me, "Fat Albert," but that morning he called the tree "Fat Oscar," and he had seemed to have forgotten some things we had discussed the previous week. I had to get to church, and I cut the conversation short.
The call came at 4:40 p.m., that day, my father was in the hospital in Florida with an aneurysm. I got on an airplane immediately, and on the way, I thought of all the times I had not taken the time to talk to my father. I realized that I had no idea who he was or what his deepest thoughts were. I vowed that when I arrived, I would make up for the lost time, and have a nice long talk with him and really get to know him.
I arrived in Florida at 1 a.m., my father had passed away at 9:12 p.m. This time it was he who did not have time to talk, or time to wait for me.
In the years since his death I have learned much about my father, and even more about myself. As a father he never asked me for anything but my time, now he as all my attention, every single day.
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Your friends at AsAManThinketh.net
For a free eBook of James Allens classic:
http://mydailyinsights.com/a.asp?af=360894
Thank you for your time and please leave comment
Chuck & Shirley Bartok
Team Health2Wealth
A father is neither an anchor to hold us back,
nor a sail to take us there,
but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.
My Friday Story
AAA Dad
Author Unknown
For 52 years my father got up every morning at 5:30 a.m., except Sunday, and went to work. For 52 years he returned home at 5:30 p.m., like clockwork, for dinner at 6:00 p.m. I never remember my father taking a "night out with the boys," nor do I ever recall my father drinking. All he asked from me as his daughter was to hold his hammer while he repaired something, just so we could have some time to talk to each other.
I never saw my father home from work ill, nor did I ever see my father lay down to take a nap. He had no hobbies, other than taking care of his family.
For 22 years, since I left home for college, my father called me every Sunday at 9:00 a.m. He was always interested in my life, how my family was doing, and I never once heard him lament about his lot in life. The calls even came when he and my mother were in Australia, England or Florida.
Nine years ago when I purchased my first house, my father, 67 years old, spent eight hours a day for three days in the 80-degree Kansas heat, painting my house. He would not allow me to pay someone to have it done. All he asked, was a glass of iced tea, and that a hold a paint brush for him and talk to him. But I was too busy, I had a law practice to run, and I could not take the time to hold the paint brush, or talk to my father.
Five years ago, at age 71 again in the sweltering Kansas heat, my father spent five hours putting together a swingset for my daughter. Again, all he asked was that I get him a glass of iced tea, and talk to him. But again, I had laundry to do, and the house to clean.
Four years ago, my father drove all the way from Denver to Topeka, with an eight foot Colorado Blue Spruce in his trunk, so that my husband and I could have a part of Colorado growing on our land. I was preparing for a trip that weekend and couldn't spend much time tallied to Daddy.
The morning or Sunday, January 16, 1996, my father telephoned me as usual, this time from my sister's home in Florida. We conversed about the tree he had brought me, "Fat Albert," but that morning he called the tree "Fat Oscar," and he had seemed to have forgotten some things we had discussed the previous week. I had to get to church, and I cut the conversation short.
The call came at 4:40 p.m., that day, my father was in the hospital in Florida with an aneurysm. I got on an airplane immediately, and on the way, I thought of all the times I had not taken the time to talk to my father. I realized that I had no idea who he was or what his deepest thoughts were. I vowed that when I arrived, I would make up for the lost time, and have a nice long talk with him and really get to know him.
I arrived in Florida at 1 a.m., my father had passed away at 9:12 p.m. This time it was he who did not have time to talk, or time to wait for me.
In the years since his death I have learned much about my father, and even more about myself. As a father he never asked me for anything but my time, now he as all my attention, every single day.
Sent to you as a courtesy of...
Your friends at AsAManThinketh.net
For a free eBook of James Allens classic:
http://mydailyinsights.com/a.asp?af=360894
Thank you for your time and please leave comment
Chuck & Shirley Bartok
Team Health2Wealth
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