Chapter 2The End
I'll never forget that evening.That was the night I first met the Greatest Networker in the World.It was also (as I've heard a number of very successful Network Marketers say since)the night my life changed for the better - forever!First, I suppose I should tell you what my life was like at that point.I'd been involved with this one particular Network Marketing company for a littleover four months and it wasn't going very well. In fact, it was looking a lot like a bad joke.The products were great - everybody I shared them with agreed with that. But forthe life of me, I couldn't get anyone interested in my business opportunity.I was working 30 hours a week
- all my evenings and most of myweekends - and what I had to show for it was a retail profit of $150 to $200 a month!Like I said, 'Ha ha'.I'd figured it out once: my home-based 'wave of the future' business was earningme a handsome $1.56 an hour -
My kids were strangers. My wife was disenchanted and so distant she might as wellhave lived in Alaska!Clearly, this Networking business was not for me, nor was I for it.I'd made up my mind. This was my last opportunity meeting.The hotel room was packed, as usual.When I walked in, I noticed a particularly large swarm of people gathered aroundsomeone in the front of the room. I took aside a distributor I'd met before, pointed tothe group and asked, "Who's that over there with all those people around him?"."Oh," she said, "that's the Greatest Networker in the World... would you like to meethim?""Sure," I said. She took me over.The man in the middle was strikingly handsome - well-groomed, looked to be in hisearly forties, elegantly dressed, yet not at all showy. He was clearly successful and woreit well.His clothes were expensive: British suit with real buttonholes, great floral tie and abreast pocket scarf quietly but noticeably picking up the burgundy reds of the tie... and,yes, there was the gold Rolex Oyster I expected, peeking out from beneath his cuff-linked shirt.I noticed that his shirt was monogrammed on the cuff, but the stitches of the initialswere the exact same color thread as the shirt. Subtle, classy touch, I told myself.Just then there was a brief opening in the crowd around the man and my friendpulled me into the 'inner circle'.The Greatest Networker was listening intently to what a woman standing directly infront of me was saying, when his eye caught mine.