From peer to pauper to Internet Home enterprise success.
Life continues to set its own pace, if you allow it to do so. Some of us will have heard this a thousand times from friends and neighbours:-Oh, I could do with some extra cash. So could I, the dissimilarity between those who complain and those who act is success.
However, success is within reach of both camps, the moaner and the go getter in equal quantities.
I was sure that God and Fatherland had forsaken me after I lost all I had due to a good friend who would help me run my business. He did, he ran it into the ground. I lost all, my home, my wife, and all my belongings apart from my clothes. The rate at which I lost friends was amazing. The problem was, no more yacht, no more beer, no more barbeques on board etc.
No small wonder I was fed up with life and decided that the warm tropical climate would adequately cover me at night when I slept on the beach. I no longer wanted to speak to the world. I had nothing to say to anyone.
In my wealthier days I was recognised as a member of the more eloquent personel of our city's society. I used to frequent the yacht club just down the road from the beach, where in my more plentiful days I would hobnob with the elite of the town. The black man who tended the club grounds knew me by sight. The first time I arrived at the club, in my newly found non conformist state, it was early morning. I was dirty and unshaven, he looked at me, clearly recognising me, and as only the local black folk can do when they express surprise, he let out a few priceless expletives, in a sort of very dramatic way, saying: "Ouch Umlungu"... if translated for the sheer power of the expression rather then a literal translation, it beholds something like:- Bloody hell man what happened to you?
It didn't take a great deal to get him to let me into the change rooms to have a wash.
The guy busy in his locker in the change room knew me. I could see it by the way he looked at me. He admittedly knew that I had fallen on hard times. A club has an instant message system, somehow these things spread like wildfire. He introduced himself, and very disinterestedly I said a sort of sour Hi. I didn't recognise him. Strangely enough, I felt no shame at all. He dropped a few coins into the drink slot motor and had a coffee and handed me one too.
I proper thankfully. Food was not all that abundance full in the dust bins along the promenade. The stranger was long since dressed and obviously ready to head for where ever he was going. He just sat and pretended to be disinterested in me, but as I put my clothes back over my wet body, I had no towel; I could feel his eyes on me.
At two in the afternoon the bar opened and some of the more elderly retired gentleman of the town would be ambling down for a drink or two, an every day ritual for some of the old timers to talk about their yachting prowess. I had to get out of there as I did not feel one bit like attending a pity party. Every body tells you how sorry they are for you, but none of them will put their hands in their pockets to give you even the price of a loaf of bread.
If it had not been for my introduction to the opportunities on the internet to build a home enterprise I am sure I would have continued to live in the bush, I'll get to that in a minute.
I slouched away to the top side of the very wide sand dunes thicket; there I had made myself a sort of lay-up in the sand under the bush, where I slept on a few cardboard boxes which a neighbouring bush dweller (hobos) had given me.
Looking back, these were some of the most educational days of my life; I made two very good friends. Both slept in the heat of the day and scrimmaged through the beach front dirt boxes by night. They shared their loot with me and I mine with them. A very hotly coveted area was the area in front of the beach Wimpy cafe. It seemed that people who bought take away food and sat around the beach front benches enjoying the sea breeze whilst eating would invariably leave a few chips or a quantum of some fish, or anything was in their box when dropping it in the bin. Even in the beach bush apartheid reigned supreme. The white hobos slept well away from the blacks, in the day we were friends. (I live in South Africa.)
Gary, a particularly fascinating human specimen, my bush dweller side kick, at night met up with an equally dirty, but very well spoken woman who drank methylated spirits, this is a form of alcohol solvent also used in heating stoves, I never did find out why she had bailed out of life, though she clearly was an alcoholic as most bush dwellers are.
He had decided that he was giving up this incessant human requirement to conform, pay taxes, and all the other usual every day things that conforming ginks do. I liked him, and even today, now that I have a flourishing internet income, he has remained a friend but chooses to continue to live his hobo life style.
I discovered that he was an ex mathematics educator at a school in KwaZulu Natal where he was "robbed" of all he had in his home. He had gone away on a school rugby trip with the scholars on the school bus to another city, when he returned his home was empty, the bird had flown the nest and taken their 2 sons. He has never married again. I have not quizzed him on reasons as it is a very sore point. I learned that she had never worked in their married life and that it was difficult for her to earn a living. I told him I know where she is, but he said that if he worked she would take what he earned. Not a good attitude, but I was unable to sway his mind. This is admittedly the main reason for him having given up on life.
About a week after my initial yacht club wash up, I felt itchy and dirty, I had not gotten used to no bath etc. I ambled up to the yacht club again, the labourer was apparently off. The wash room was unlocked. I plan I would sneak in and have a wash and also wash the only extra shirt I had which I wore as well, if you left it in your lay place in the bush, the others would wear it. I was about to sneak out of the wash room and back to my sunshade face in the bush, when the door opened and enter the same guy who had been there the first time, he had obviously been for an early morning sail. We had quite an fascinating conversation at this time, all about community and its flaws, and how the crooked lived well and the honest people would always battle to make ends meet. I think I was bitter at life. I discovered why I did not know him, he sailed dinghies, and I had sailed ocean going yachts, only the more affluent could afford those, but now...
By this time I had lived in the bush some 5 weeks. I could not make up my mind if I wanted to opt out of life altogether, and stay a bush dweller, or if I should give life another go. A life without any bills to pay, or telephone ringing, or having to make some decision which may backfire, etc, I liked that part of my bush abode, but a whiskey before evening meal also has its very extra attractions.
This stranger proceeded to tell me how he had battled and how now he was able to be at the yacht club at these odd hours during the day. Because he running his own Internet Home Business, from his dining room table, development more than a mere residual income. He told me that he worked when he wanted to, his time belonged to him. He expounded very excitedly about his lifestyle and how he got there. He assured me that I would have to give up none of my relaxation which had become the most considerable part of my bush life. I argued in favour of my new found relaxation I told him, I like the idea that there is no one phoning and wanting a piece of me. That was bliss. He made this residual wage thing he was on about sound easy and attractive. To cut the information out of the next bit, I agreed to come and have some lunch at his place.
We arranged that he would collect me on the beach front the next day. I said that I have no clean clothes, and joked, saying that I might frighten his dog. He laughed and confirmed the next day's appointment. That day I was introduced to a life style of relieve and freedom, he introduced me to the Internet Home enterprise concept. He had me around a few more times. The ease with which his fingers paraded over the computer key board made me wonder if I had enough knowledge and skill to succeed.
He had given me some of his own clothes, which were not a excellent fit, but much great than what I had. I was afraid, was community going to swallow me up again? I was offered an face room in his back yard. I kind of grudgingly said that I was thankful. To tell the truth, I don't think I was. I went back to the bush and shared my new cloths with Gary. David came to look for me about 3 days later and I said goodbye to my bush friends, but never to forget them nor life in the bush.
In the evenings Dave would work at his Internet Residual wage Business, very successful.
He contrived to get me to start the same thing on a computer which he hooked up to the same broadband connection, it was not a very modern machine, but it did the work.
Today, some years later, my internet enterprise is up and running and my life is peaceful on the outskirts of town living in a cottage on a farm. I do not have many friends, as I am still trying to cope with societies drive to conform. I have a small cabin yacht to where I take my
Laptop when I disappear from society, I play with my many supervision tools I have learned to work which I use to operate my 7 separate wage streams, among the Gurus known as multi stream income. Dave and I are good friends and I learn a lot from him.
I often visit Gary in the bush to take him food. I do my best to get him to join me and set up an internet home business. He can see it does well for me, but he chooses to remain in the bush. He is getting old, it worries me. I have arranged for some of the church members to persuade him to stay in the Salvation Army at night where they will feed him. When I arrive to see him, I blow the motor car horn in a unavoidable way, and he appears from his bush dwelling, he takes great satisfaction in telling me:" See, much easier to live in the bush, no taxes, no electricity bill, no oil price worries," and so he rattles of all the disadvantages of being a conformist.
After I had begun to restore some form of dignity to my life, made inherent by the internet home enterprise income, I tried hard to persuade him to move into my 1 bedroom apartment with me. He refused; often referring to his lady friend bush dweller, he said she would not survive without him. She was frail and old. I arrived one evening to bring them some food and drink. I had made soup for them especially because it was cold. The wind was bringing the rain in from the ocean. I hooted, but Gary did not appear. I searched, and waited till late night for some of the other bush dwellers to come to the strike for home for their hunt for food. They told me that Marlene had died and when the police put her in the back of the van, he refused to let her go alone. I returned the next night and was able to feed him. He was heart broken. He did not know the date for her burial as this was to be a pauper's burial, no service and no coffin. He was very emotional, it tore a chunk off my heart.
I keep to myself, but the more money I make the more I seem to be sucked into modern community all over again, do I like it? I don't know, but I sure as heaven enjoy the ease with which my home enterprise frees me up to live as opposed to exist. It is a lifestyle of freedom,
I never could have imagined, Thank you David. But more than anything thank you my lord and saviour.
An internet home enterprise bringing one a nice wage is a sure to get rid of your boss; I now know that time spent on your own enterprise earns ten time more than a boss will ever pay you. My story outlines in no uncertain terms that there are many opportunities in the internet home enterprise market.
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