Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Have you let go yet?

HAVE YOU LET GO YET?

a true story from a distributor with a very strong business mindset.
there was this gathering during one chinese new year, many friends and family members gather for the festive season,
many people just came and was attracted to this business man, they love to talk to him and feels that he is successful,
and friends who haven met for a long time always ask hi, so you must be doing very well, what are you doing?
the business man will always start with a simple humble reply, oh` I'm wholesaling aloe vera.

The reason that people sees him as a successful businessman is because during the journey to his goals,
he has been telling everyone about his business and products services, he been sharing that he is wholesaling and never
fails to shares the possible opportunities to partner together with them, with many ideas and as out of the box as possible.
He services his friends, relatives, family members, anyone who buys his products personally,
because this is what his business is about.

MAKING FUN OF THE SALES MAN
There are many times when people sees him as a lowly profession and feels that this job is hard to make ends meet,
or ask him why do yo do this ?
there was once an housewife was selling clothes in a bazaar and she comment,
oh my god why are you working as a sales in this products,
you should work as a air steward or something....

Countless times, close friends and relatives said in a joking manner, oh he is a SALESMAN, or he in SALES.
Highly professionals gather and makes funs about the SALES MAN, oh here comes the SALES MAN! BE CAREFUL!
HE WILLS SELL YOU PRODUCTS, HIS ALOE VERACAN MAKE YOU PRETTY !!! MAKE YOU STRONG!!! HAHAHA

BUT ALWAYS A HUMBLE REPLY
he will be humble and say yes! do support me :) and straights away shares the products passionately,
or straight away arranges and next appointment
when there is a good chance because he knows very clearly that all successful millionaire comes from a or rather some
sort of sales profession,to be successful you have to know sales! and he is proud to be in sales

a humble sales man in his heart, all this isn't important anymore when you have become a humble sales man
who mission is to service your customers giving them the best experience ever to help them improve their beauty, health and wealth.

this is the process, he will shares as he services them along the way, shares his story, his goals, his pictures with his miracle book
building very strong bond and friendship, customers slowly sees a different light in him, sees a different story from his profession and sees the sincerity,
slowly they become friends, and strong supporters, they start to feel privileged to be part of his success story. They became raving fans!

and now you see how all this links back to the starting of the story, why people are attracted to him and sees him as a highly successful business person.
this person is none other than our very own, partner, mentor, buddy, aai family li shao.
my family, results is just one tip of the iceberg, how many times have you seen highly income sales profession but you just sees him as a SALES
they or results does not win hearts, its in your attitude! its you who can decide do you want to build your group of RAVING FANS

HAVE YOU LET GO ?
so have you let go already ? my friends , letting go of your ego which is telling you why this person cant, and that person cannot.
I have no more contacts already. yes you have spoken to everyone whom you think which might partner with you in the business.
and the good news is those whom we think are just a small percentage to the market that we have!

we are in a everyday solution business, we are not in a medical industry looking for specific people with problems.
the whole world is your oyster! everyone whom you know needs your service and products, give them an experience no other can give
give them an experience no retail can give, share your knowledge with them and you see there are so many you can do
can you just share with 1 person a day? 3? what about 5? everyone on your call list needs what your products and services.
what do you think you will achieve just by adopting this simple mindset and strategy ? how do you see this going to change things around
what do you feel it will bring you towards your goal?

live your dreams, take massive action
love aai family li shao !

Thanks for reading! If you know someone who could
benefit from this, feel free to forward it to them!




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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

story from a husband

Story from a husband - please read it slowly]

To my married and unmarried friends:


When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms



On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.


Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.

Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.


She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.