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September 25th, 2014
Over the past two weeks I’ve been listening to accusations of child abuse involving NFL running back Adrian Peterson and his four-year old son.
The allegations go way beyond a slap or swat on the rumpus. Word is that the boy sustained welts and bruises all over his body. Some of the wounds supposedly drew blood.
Last Wednesday, whilst driving to practice Tai Chi, I turned on the radio and instead of music, I listened to a call-in show. Guess what the topic of conversation was?
“Should you spank your child and if you do, when does a spanking cross the line and equal abuse?”
Both men and women rang the station. The announcer himself talked about how he got beat regularly by his parents – and even told how he doesn’t just threaten his children with “the belt” – because threats aren’t sufficient.
Yep, at times he takes off the belt and gives his children an unspecified number of lashes.
Although i was only listening for about 40 minutes, I didn’t hear a single parent say that spanking your child is wrong under any and all circumstances.
Neither will I.
But what I will say is what was taught to me long ago by an Aikido martial arts master.
To paraphrase the story:
One day an Aikido master saw a father angrily beating his child. As he hit the boy, the father yelled and screamed.
The master interrupted the scene and pulled the boy’s father to the side. In typical Zen fashion, he did NOT condemn the father for his actions. Instead, he gave him another way of experiencing life with his son.
“You can hit your son anytime you want,” said the Aikido master. “But ONLY under one condition.”
“What’s the condition?” the man asked.
“When you hit him, you cannot do so with anger. You can only spank him if you feel love in your heart for your child.”
The next time the boy stepped out of line, the father remembered the master’s advice. Instead of hitting him, he rid himself of the anger and replaced it with love.”
Surprisingly, after doing this, he felt no need to hit his son. He spoke to him instead – taking his time to teach him right from wrong.
The father did not hit his son that day. Or any other day thereafter.
Because it is almost impossible to hit or spank a child when you are not angry with him. If you take the time to clear your anger and replace it with love, chances are you’ll rethink how you handle your interaction with your child.
Now, you might think the above is “just a story.”
It’s not. It’s real life.
There are many parents who actually believe if they don’t hit their child, the child will NOT respect them. Or obey.
There are many ways to win the respect and obedience of your children without spanking them. And no, I’m not talking about “timeouts.”
I’m talking about challenging them in a physical way that highlights “who’s the boss” without hurting anyone.
For example, is it plausible that Adrian Peterson could lightly wrestle with his son to get the point across?
Come here, son. You don’t want to listen? Okay, let’s wrestle for a few minutes and if you can beat me, then you call the shots.
I’m betting that it would be a great match. Adrian’s son would squirm and maneuver with all his might – yet be controlled with light pressure. I’m also willing to bet the match would end with laughter and a very different level of respect.
No belts necessary. No switches. No punches, hits or slaps.
Just the tentacles of a giant human octopus (that’s what he’ll feel like to his son).
Yes, I realize a lot of parents think they aren’t physically fit enough to wrestle with their children. But an NFL football player does fit the mould of someone who can.
Controlling your child with the least amount of force necessary makes a lot more sense than whacking him with your fist – or hitting him with a belt or switch.
As I’ve observed, parents who feel they must spank their children, rarely make a lasting impression. That’s why so many of them feel the need to spank their children so often.
Having a heart-to-heart with your child may not feel very easy for you. Using a belt or switch might seem like it’s much faster, quicker and easier.
As a parent, I can tell you that the word is mightier than the belt. Your children will remember your words and use them to make themselves better, if you choose them wisely.
About all they’ll remember from the beatings is the desire to “pass it on.”
Here endeth today’s lesson.
Matt “Coach” Furey
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August 12th, 2014
In a coaching call I held a few weeks ago, a client told me that he felt like “a failure.”
Despite the fact that he makes a very good income and has a wonderful family, he looks at what he hasn’t accomplished yet and deems himself unworthy and undeserving.
After listening to him vent, I said the following in my down-home, low-key manner:
“Dude, you’ve got some wrong thinking going on. You think there is such a thing as a SUCCESS. You think there’s also such a thing as a FAILURE. Neither exist in this whirld. There’s no possibility of being one or the other – so this means your entire thought process is wrong.”
“Now for the better news,” I continued. “You can have successful experiences as well as failure experiences – but neither of these make you a success or failure. If you make a gazillion bucks – does that make you a success? No. And if it did, losing it would make you a failure, right?
“Yet, at any stage in your life, you can shift or change course. You can stop living successfully and default to a life of failing – or you can stop failing and start winning. If you win today – you still go on. You continue on your journey.
“The next day you might not win. So how can you be a success one day and a failure the next?
“You’re can’t because you’re neither. You’re either living successfully or you’re not. So if you judge yourself and your life in absoultes, you’re going to feel bad about yourself much of the time because you cannot always win.”
My client paused for a moment after hearing the above and said, “You know, no one has ever told me this before.”
“You’re a member of a very large group of people who can say the same,” I replied.
“Okay, so what do I need to do to get back on the winning track? I’ve been wanting to write a book. But I just sit and think and over-analyze. What do you recommend?”
“Thinking is over-rated,” I replied.
I could feel his jaw drop when I said this.
“Remember this,” I continued. “Great thinkers don’t think.”
This comment nearly shattered his brain.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked. “I always thought good writing was good thinking.”
“Well, as I was told by a fellow wrestler at Iowa when I told him I THOUGHT something, he said, ‘You THOUGHT, HUH? Well, that’s what you get for your thinking.’ ”
I continued: “Good writing is not done with thinking. Good writing is being in a state of flow. It’s like being connected to the sky above the clouds. And once you have that connection, you listen to the still small voice within, and record
what you hear it saying.”
Over the course of the next 20 minutes, I proceeded to lay out more details on how quickly you can get connected to that voice.
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I kind you not as I’ve been given a license to brag – on occasion, so long as I keep it under five minutes at a time.
True. Many of the whilrd’s best-selling authors are on my list and hang on my every werd – even those I deliberately misspell (two in this here sentence).
The same goes for those in the copywriting trade, i.e. those who make their living putting words on paper in order to sell products and services for their clients.
There are many people who can teach you how you should write – but there is no “WAY” that feels right or is right if you don’t have a connection to the Infinite when you sit before a blank piece of paper – or screen.
That’s the way I see things – and believe me now as well as listen to me later, I have “right view” on what I’m seeing.
So sayeth the ZM.
Signing off now with the powerful words I wrote about in yesterday’s email…
Peace and Love,
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you’re going to arrive at a destination called SUCCESS some day. There’s no destination by that name. It exists not. You, however, do exist – and you’re here to have a successful journey of both ups and downs – but mostly UPS. Enjoy ’em all.
August 11th, 2014
In yesterday’s email, “Laundry in the Ghetto” – I mentioned that while in the Bahamas, my son played a couple baseball games inside the grounds
of a prison. Today, let me elaborate…
On the afternoon of the championship, as parents and fans sat in attendance, a man who looked to be in his mid-50’s, sat behind the backstop wearing striped black-and-white pants.
What was he doing there?
He was announcing the game.
No, he wasn’t giving the names and positions of players. He was literally announcing what was happening on the field, out loud, for all to hear, as if he was on the radio.
He was filled with joy and laughter, having what appeared to be the time of his life. Perhaps it was. Then again, after speaking to him for a few seconds later on, I’m not so sure.
The prisoner used breaks in the action to give updates on LeBron James going back to Cleveland and the San Antonio Spurs hiring Becky Hammon, the first female to coach in the NBA.
He called the game right along with the umpire, but with much more detail.
“Strike one looking. And it was right down the pipe.”
“Three up, three down. Just like that folks.”
“Oh, he got a hold of that one. Knocked it all the way down to the Florida panhandle.”
And so on.
At times the man laughed out loud – showing great elation for the job he was allowed to do. At no time did he ever attempt to escape the scorching sun. And as soon as one game ended, he began announcing the next … ALL DAY LONG.
When our game ended, I walked his way and flashed a “thumbs up.” He smiled. The energy from his smile covered the whole ball field.
“Great job announcing,” I said. “Really enjoyed listening to you today.”
“Thank you. Thank you,” he said.
Then he uttered three words that struck me in the heart center.
“PEACE AND LOVE,” he beamed.
And before I could reply he repeated himself.
“PEACE AND LOVE.”
Hmmm. Made me wonder what the man was in prison for. Made me wonder if he’ll ever get out. Made me wonder why he’s still a prisoner.
The dude MEANT what he said MORE than anyone I’ve ever heard utter these type of words before.
His words weren’t a hollow, empty “love and light” slogan. They weren’t words from a hippy or do-nothing.
He didn’t just say “love” – or only say “peace.”
He gave both to me – in reverse order.
“PEACE AND LOVE.”
Made me think.
Why not “love” first?
Well, it’s not easy to love when there’s no peace, right?
So first and foremost, let’s have peace. And where there is peace, we can have love.
Love without peace isn’t love.
Where fighting exists, there doesn’t appear to be much of either.
Yet, this man found both INSIDE a prison.
He may never see another day outside this prison – yet in spite of this, he’s filled with joy. And he’s given priviliges no other prisoner enjoys.
Somebody took note of WHO this man is on the inside. He changed who he is – and whether he ever gets out or not – he knows that he
He may live inside a prison, but no one and no thing is keeping him from being a beam of goodness for all to see. And he’s totally free to say…
“PEACE and LOVE.”
Three words of advice worth embodying. One person at a time. One breath at a time. One thought at a time.
August 10th, 2014
Do I EVER have a story for you. This one is called … “Laundry in the Ghetto.”
Before I get to it, a little update. You haven’t heard from me in awhile, and that’s because I spent almost the entire summer with my son, training him and then traveling from one baseball tournament to another.We were in Ft. Myers, FL, Omaha, NE, San Diego, CA, Atlanta, GA, Orlando, FL – and then the grand finale, Nassau, Bahamas – wherein we played a couple of our games inside the grounds of a prison, TRUE – playing the Bahamian National Team.It’s been a great summer, and now I’m finally at home, sleeping in my own bed, working out in my own quarters, and getting back to this thing called “work.’
I feel a bit like a school teacher – taking a couple months off – but the fruit that is to come from doing so is going to be sweet indeed.
Anyway, on to today’s feature story….
Laundry in the Ghetto
This past Wednesday, as five days of laundry began to ripen – I asked a lady at the Information desk in the Coral Towers Hotel in Nassau, Bahamas, where I could find a drop-off “fluff and fold” laundromat.
She told me where to go, but frankly, with my heavy accent, I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I asked her if she’d write the address for me on a slip of paper. She obliged and told me to hand the address to the taxi.
“WULFF ROAD” was the address – and this alone should have probably given me a clue, even if it wasn’t misspelled.
El taxi told me it was a LONG WAY to this particular laundramat. This was “Code” for telling me he was going to charge me an outrageous $25.00 fee for a rather short ride.
This particular taxi driver, like almost all the taxi drivers here in the Bahamas had the Holy Bible close at hand. In the male-operated taxi’s, It’s either next to their seat or on the dash, and I beileve it gives the impression… or the illusion of honesty.
Before dropping me off, Mr. Taxi went to great lengths to tell me how he grew up in “the projects” – and how there are laundramats there as well, and cheaper – but in his opinion, not safe.
My goodness, he was really looking out for me.
A few blocks from my desitnation the driver further verified that I was in a safe area BECAUSE the police station would be directly across from me.
Super. Thank you so very, very much.
I negotiated the laundry fee for wash, dry and fold. Twas twenty bucks. A fair deal in my opinion.
Per the driver’s recommendation I glided next door to nab some grub at a take-out joint called the Bamboo Shack.
As I ordered my food and waited, more and more people showed up.
I was the only white boy in the area – and everyone was friendly – or at the very worst, neutral.
Even so, I opened the eyes on the back of my head, focused on my breathing and relaxed any tension I felt into calmness.
Ah. No worries.
After getting my food I walked back toward the laundry, passed it by and sat before an abandoned unit right next door. This placed me directly – mean eyeball-to-eyeball, across from the police station.
Not a worry in the whirld as fellow Bahamians pulled up and walked in front as well as behind me.
After beginning my meal two cops meandered over and began an interrogation.
“Hello sir, where you from?” asked the Sgt.
“I’m from Florida.”
“Okay, Why are you here?”
“I’m doing my laundry next door.”
“Why are you in town?”
“My son is playing baseball in a tournament over here.”
“Where you staying?”
“How much longer you gonna be here?”
“The lady doing my laundry said it would take an hour and ten minutes.”
I answered so politely that they nodded at me, turned and walked away.
A few minutes later the two cops returned, asking me to come across the street for protection.
“But I was told this area is safe,” I said.
With bugged-out eyes the Sgt laughs and says, “SAFE? Who the hell told you that? There are crimes here all the time. This is the ghetto, man. And you’re a fish outta water. It only takes about 30-40 seconds to commit a crime and run – and in the Bahamas track is our best sport.”
This was stunning information – but not enough to rattle my calm state. Although I waswatching my breath, feeling fearless and thinking good thoughts, I thought it might be a good idea to do as advised anyway, so I willingly walked across the street to the police station.
“You’re welcome to sit inside or out,” said the Sgt.
Something about going inside didn’t feel right, so I plopped my rumpus on a light blue concrete bench to the right of the doors.
The Sgt. stood facing traffic as we talked. Over the course of the next 90 minutes there were no colors or races. He was there to protect and serve. ME.
And while doing so he gave me the scoop on Bahamian culture, history, etc.
“Why did the taxi bring you here?” he asked. “He oughta know better.”
“I gave him a slip of paper with the address that was given to me by a lady at Coral Towers.”
“What was she thinking? Man, this is nuts. Why didn’t the taxi take you to Bayshore? There’s places to do laundry there that are totally safe.”
“Don’t know,” I said.
“You know what we call white people over here?” the Sgt. asks.
“We call you Conchy Joe’s – after the white-shelled conch we eat over here.”
“So, if you don’t mind my asking, what do you do for a living?”
“I write books, programs and create DVDs on fitness, martial arts and such,” i said.
“Any best-sellers?” he asked.
“By the looks of your ears, you’ve seen some big competition.”
“I won a world title in China,” I said.
“”Oh really?” he said, then paused, took a deep breath and said, “So, maybe you could protect US more than we can protect YOU?”
“You just never know,” I replied. “Anything can happen. It all depends.”
We spoke about much more and when my clothes were finished the police sergeant drove me back to my hotel.
As I opened the door I debated what to do. To tip or not to tip, that was the question.
This was the ONE TIME in Nassau wherein someone did something to help me and I wasn’t being billed a thing. Everywhere you go, gratuities are NOT a choice. They’re mandatory.
Wherever you go to eat, 15% is already added to your bill. And adding insult to sleep time, I stayed in a Hilton for two nights – and was billed $10.00 per night, auto-gratuity… for the MAID. I wonder if she ever sees a nickle of that gratutiy. I’m leaning toward a “no” on that one.
“I’d like to send you a ‘thank you’ gift,” I said to the officer. May I have the correct spelling of your name and address?”
After typing “Sgt. Stephan Moultrie” into my smart-device, the question still nagged me.
“I’m very grateful for your help,” I said. “What do I owe you?”
“You owe me nothing, man,” he said.
Peeling back a couple bills from my wad, I handed him a generous tip.
“This is for you, my friend. I’ll never forget you. Expect a package from me, and be sure to thank your boss for me.”
“He’s the one who told me to look out for you. The last thing we need here is an attack on a foreign tourist. Not good for business, ya know.”
“I can imagine,” I said. “If something happened to me, there might be a few people upset.”
He smiled. “Take care, my friend. And if you ever want to come visit me, you know my name and where I work. I’m there from 6 PM to 2 AM every day.”
“Thanks again,” I said, waving goodbye.
Even though there are plenty of “shoulds” in this story, I’m truly grateful for the ENTIRE experience. Learned a lot.
Personally, I thought I’d be safe sitting by myself, waiting outside for my laundry. But the heavens must have disagreed – so Sgt. Moultrie was sent my way.
There are many “take-aways” in this story as well. The one that strikes me most profoundly is the imporance of being “cool, calm and collected” – even if you’re in a dangerous place.
This sense of calmness is what I’ve learned by studying Zero Resistance Living and Theatre of the Mind. Calmness makes everything in life turn out better than it would have. Tension is the enemy. Rid it from your mind and body on a daily
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June 16th, 2014
It’s not every year I get excited watching the NBA Championships but this year and last definitely got my attention
Even though basketball is not my sport and I cannot tell you a whole lot about the in’s and out’s of the game, I can accurately comment on what is inherent in ALL sports, all endeavors, all contests. I can quickly and readily see who has more guts, more desire, more “want to win.”
This year, unlike last season, there was no seven-game series. There were only five games; only four of them were “contests.” There was only ONE close game. And there was only ONE team who wanted to win so badly you could see sparks flying off them.
When I watched the Heat get blown out in Miami, not once, but two-straight times, my son and I commented on how defeated and dejected they looked. This was not the same team we saw a year earlier. And the San Antonio Spurs were not the same team either.
In all my years of watching basketball, it would be hard to find a better example of three important winning factors:
1. Hunger – to say the Spurs wanted to win more than the Heat would be an understatement. LeBron James said, “It’s just basketball,” on Saturday – and that pretty much summed up how the Heat played.
To the Spurs, it wasn’t just a game. It wasn’t just basketball. It was an opportunity that must be seized NOW. It was a salve that would remove or heal the wound they felt deep inside their guts after losing to the Heat a year ago.
In post game interveiws, Tim Duncan said that he never forgot the pain from last year”s loss – and used it as motivation to win it all this year.
I never thought I’d see the day when LeBron James lacked an abundance of desire – but it was evident in this series. In almost all contests, LeBron had sufficient desire. And normally what he brought to the table in this championship series would be more than adequate.
It’s just that the Spurs had an “off-the-charts” level of desire. They went to the quantum level of desire – and the Heat were woefully unprepared to match them. And how could they? It’s not very often we witness what we saw in this series. It was hunger, it was desire, nonpareil.
2. Teamwork – in most team sports, you have leaders, you have stars whom the others follow. The star is the one who wants the ball when it comes down to crunch time. He’s the one who loves being put in the “do-or-die” spotlight.
The Spurs have their stars – but the entire team played the game at such at high level of intensity, passing the ball like I’ve never seen – with speed and precision – until they found an great shot. And it didn’t matter WHO had the great shot. Any player on the court would do. As my friend, Nick Nurse, assistant coach with the Toronto Raptors, said, “They passed up good shots to take great shots.”
3. Humility – now this is where I must doff my hat, shoes and entire wardrobe to the Spurs. This is where every young athlete in the whirld could take note and gain something of immense value.
Look for a shred of humility with the Heat. I dare you. You’ll be looking a long, long time. It’s not that they have no humility. They do. But it’s hard to see it – EVER. Once the series was over, we saw it. Once they knew there was nothing they could do to stop the Spurs – we saw it.
But not before.
Contrast this with the likes of the Spurs. It starts with Tim Duncan and trickles down to every player. Find a photo of Mr. Dunan – look at him up close. What you’re looking at is a man who needs no “rah-rah” chatter or praise. He needs no strokes. He’s in this game because he loves it.
Regardless of how many points he scores or doesn’t score, his eyes and facial expression are virtually the same. Yes, when he loses he feels pain – and shows it. That’s part of humility as well. No pretense. No arrogance.
Duncan is there to do a job – but at the end of the day, despite the wealth, the fame and the trophies, most importantly, he’s a professional human
He could care less about endorsement deals. He doesn’t need to be the face of a franchise. None of that matters to him.
Back in 1980, when Olympic Speed-Skater Eric Heiden won five gold medals, he could have ridden his fame into the sunset with endorsements. I read an aricle about him that used a headline I remember as follows:
“HEIDEN; WON’T BE JENNERIZED, SPITZIFIED”
And Heiden held true to his word.
is there anything wrong, in my book, to taking endorsement deals?
It’s just that you have to stand back in awe when you meet someone who could care less about any of “that stuff.”
Even though he now has five (5) NBA Championships to his credit, Tim Duncan will probably not enter this discussion on mainstream sports media of being “the greatest ever.”
And I don’t think he cares.
LeBron was right when he said, “It’s just basketball.” He truly was.
On the other hand, to Duncan, he played as if “IT IS and IT ISN’T – just basketball.”
It is and it isn’t.
When you’re on the court – It’s ONLY BASKETBALL. Nothing else in the world exists – or matters. So it IS and it ISN’T at the same time.
It’s isn’t just a game. It’s an opportunity. It’s a moment in time that almost no one on this planet will ever experience. It’s a way to show yourself and prove to yourself that you CAN rise above yourself – you can even rise above the HEAT – and finish in grand glory.
In the Zone. That’s what Duncan and the Spurs were in. The Zone.
You don’t get there by thinking, “It’s just basketball.”
You get there when you think, “This is DESTINY.”
Congrats Spurs. Condolences Heat.
Thanks to both of you for another great series.
author of Theatre of the Mind
June 13th, 2014
Just received an email from a guy raving about the Tao of Email Copywriting. Here’s what he wrote:
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the Tao of Email Copywriting is by far the best. What amazed me is how easily you communicated HOW to write without effort – and how you got everyone to believe you – and then DO IT.
And then, the kicker. Just by listening to your program while driving, my writing ability soared.
Other than the Tao program, I’ve never been exposed to a training that improved my writing so quickly…
It’s like all the other copywriting programs promise, only you deliver.
I’m not sure how you have this kind of effect on people, including me. I guess that’s why we call you the “Zen Master.”
Your program is more like a download than a “training.”
Thank you, thank you, and thank you a third time.
Oh, and I guess I should include a “by the way.” I’ve made much more than hundreds of thousands of dollars using your method – I’ll just keep it at that.
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June 12th, 2014
Earlier today I was training with two fellow martial artists – both of whom are incredibly good at what they do. I’m practically new to their style, so the learning curve is large indeed.
Toward the end of the class I was given an exercise that I have never felt comfortable doing. Hint: That may mean it’s good for me.
At the same time, I am usually given minimal instruction when we do this exercise – then it’s “Ready, go.”
The two I was training with have been doing this particular drill for years – yet, it’s new to me. As of this moment, I get beat at it every single time.
And it feels downright embarrassing.
After the class I thought about the situation. I keep getting beat at this drill for three reasons;
1. Lack of knowledge – I don’t know what the others know – and they’re not exactly helping to fill in the gaps.
2. Lack of experience – I have only done this drill a few times in my life – the others have done it thousands of times.
3. No strategy – Because this drill is new to me, I lack knowledge on how to do it as well as the experience gained from having done it countless times. Without knowledge and experience, it’s hard to conceive of a battle plan, a simple strategy allowing me to play the game more effectively.
When I got home I sat on the couch.
But not to vegetate – to ruminate.
I began to think in earnest about how I keep getting beat and how much I hate it. And as I thought about it I came up with a few options:
A. Quit – this is the easy thing to do. It’ll help me avoid feelings of letdown and embarrassment – but those feelings will aire their uglness again as soon as I begin to try something else new – and it proves difficult, too.
B. Avoid – keep training but avoid this weakness. Do only the things I’m good at or feel comfortable doing. This will help me avoid feeling bad.
C. Become Fascinated – Instead of being embarrassed, start asking questions. Make no time to concentrate or think about my emotional state. Put my intention on a goal that’s worthy of achieving. Don’t let lack of direction or instruction stop me. Sit and ponder on my own and ask everyone I know who “owns” this skill for help. Put ego out of the way and make this drill a highly refined championship level skill.
In case you’re wondering, I’ll be choosing “Option C.”
Now, in case you’re wondering if I’ve ever gone through the “let down” phase before, I assure you it’s come and gone many, many times.
It’s part of learning – at least for me.
Sure, there are those “positive thinkers” who claim they have no ego, that they never feel embarrassed, etc.
All I can say is this: If you’ve ever achieved anything great, you got embarrassed along the way – and this lit a spark that helped lead you to greatness.
I don’t know a single “success” who never felt humiliated or embarrassed or horrified. Not one.
As Coach Dan Gable used to say, “The only place you start at the top is digging a hole.”
The same holds true for writing, running or river rafting. You get good by doing – AND by thinking about doing BETTER.
You picture better days. You practice so you can have better days – and eventually they will come your way.
P.S. In The Tao of Email Copywriting – I do something most marketers never do. I willingly and openly teach you what I know, I tell you of my
experiences – AND I give you several strategies you can begin using NOW to improve the sales of ANYTHING you are offering. Whether it’s a book, a line of supplements, clothing or exercise equipment – email is still the very best way to put your message out there and create the life you want. Grab your future NOW.
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