7 years ago I had a nice car, a nice flat, a lovely wife. Life was good. One day when I least expected it I found out my wife was having an affair. I was very upset. I packed a bag and in complete shock I walked out. I never went back.
I was too proud to tell my friends, my parents had moved out of the country. All I wanted was a drink. I found a drink shop and bought a couple of bottles of strong cheap port. I walked for a while then went into the park. I was pretty drunk by then and fell asleep but was awoken by three men kicking and punching me. They took my bag of clothes and my wallet. All I had then was what I had on.
From then on my life followed a similar downward pattern. I would beg by day and drink by night. I would sleep in bushes after the first night to stay away from others. Many of the homeless formed gangs to steal and to stay safer. I’d been homeless for a month when I was lynched by a large gang of homeless guys. They literally beat me until I just couldn’t move. My eyes were swollen shut. I thought they’d stopped when I felt someone lift my top up. All I remember was this awful stinging sensation down my chest. I heard them going and managed to crawl away. My chest was wet but I didn’t want to touch it as I thought they’d chucked acid on me. As I came out of the park and into the street light I realised it wasn’t acid. With a knife, glass or some other sharp tool they cut my chest from the left side of my chest to below my belly button. I was dripping blood everywhere. It’s amazing how many people walk past a man that’s clearly just been beaten almost to death but luckily there was an angel. One lady came up and called me an ambulance.
Hospital was a nice time for me, nice regular food, comfy bed and cups of tea but you can’t stay forever and I went back to where I was. This time I kept my head really low.
After another month I was walking to find a good begging spot when someone shouted my name. I looked round and to my horror it was a good friend of mine “Rich, what the f*** are you doing? Where have you been? You’re coming with me mate!”
With a bit of force he frogmarched me back to his house and in no uncertain terms “ordered” me to stay until I was back on my feet. I got in his shower and it hit me that where I had been was my rock bottom and that moment was life turning a corner. In a week I got myself a crap job cleaning offices but it was money, I also found a room to rent. It was during my stay at my friends that I found an article on Internet Marketing. It intrigued me and like a lot of people I was sucked in by the promises of gazillions, fast cars and palm tree’s. With my wages I bought quite a lot of crap but I did save up for my own laptop. After 2 years I was still in my room and still doing the job-However I was also a lot more knowledgeable about the IM world. The problem was I wasn’t taking action. I was learning but not doing what I was learning. So after 2 years I finally took the plunge.
In that third year I made about £6000, which to me at the time was a major achievement but I’d made a lot of mistakes that had cost me, but they had taught me many valuable lessons.
In year four I made enough to leave my job and rent a one bed flat. I was now full time with this. Over the last three years I can’t believe what’s happened. I’m not going to sit here and boast, that’s a waste of your time. What’s strange is thinking that in just 7 years you can change your life beyond all recognition. I have tonnes of money making sites and I’ve just acquired a big envelope company with a mailing list of 8000 buyers and all the stock.
Next year I’m moving to Australia. If there’s one lesson I’d like to pass on it’s got to be this…
No matter what happens in life you are still in control. Every moment you take action you are setting about the motions of change. Every second that goes by when you are taking action brings you closer to your dream.
I like the scar down my chest now. It’s a great reminder for me, not just how low you can go but what you can achieve.