Question: “Are we all going to get rich in multilevel?” Answer: “No.” Why? I’ll tell a true story in every detail:

When I was a student at the Catholic University of Lisbon I lived on a farm in Cacém, along with about 15 other students. As it was a farm with immense abandoned land, we decided to get to work and make a small garden next to the river that crossed it. The soil was very compact and consisted of mud and stones. It was so hard that when we tried to dig the first time we had to do it with picks axes. The hoes broke.

We dug with pick axes and we toook, by hand, tons of large and small stones, we added compost and sand and, after one year of daily work we had a garden of a quarter of a hectare planted with turnips, carrots, lettuces, cabbages, beans, radishes, tomatoes, and many other things. One year of daily work, rain and sun every day and every week-end produced that wonderful result.

One day, someone pointed out that the carrots were wilting, then to the turnips and soon everything was half destroyed and dry. What was happening? So much work and the harvest was being decimated for no apparent reason. It was then that we discovered that there were many giant rats in that river and they were digging tunnels underground to go to our garden and eat everything we had planted.

The destruction was complete. Out of all of us, only half a dozen weren’t discouraged, I was one of the discouraged ones and gave up, but  5 or 6 decided to resolve the situation. One had a air pressure shotgun and devoted every afternoon to the extermination of rats, he killed rats by the hundreds. Other 2 or 3 began digging a trench a foot deep around the entire perimeter. The idea was to make a metal fence and take it a meter deep, this would prevent the rats from going inside where the rest were devoted to removing all that was left and began to prepare the land for new seeding.

Personally I found it stupid, I never believed that the fence would keep the rats away, much less that the “Sniper” could exterminate them all. What is certain is that the work was continuing and, after a few days we were all back to work, “pushed” by the example that the half a dozen who were determined. The land was fenced, the earth dug again, everything planted in very streight lines, watered and weeded. Predicting the autumn and winter we built a small greenhouse with sticks, wire and plastic sleeve.

The first fruits began to appear in mid September more than 18 months after we started working with the first blow of the pickaxe on the compacted ground. Lettuce, carrots, turnips, green beans, all very fresh, tasty and plentiful. The rats were still in the river but didn’t return to attack the garden.

One night in the first week of October it rained a lot and I was sleeping in my room when I was awakened by a drip drip on a paper I had on my desk. I got up to see what it was. There was no electricity but I noticed that there was a leak in the ceiling and it was dripping on top of my work. I was quite upset by the ruined work, I removed the papers and went groping to the ground floor to go to the kitchen get a bowl of plastic to put under the leak. When my feet landed on the floor after getting off the last step, I felt water. I noticed that the ground had about 15 cm of water and I ran to call everyone. They all came down with lanterns and candles and we realized the main door was bending with the force of the water on the outside that was leaking through the door, up to 1 meter above the ground.

We spent all night taking the furniture to the top of the house and when morning came and we looked through the windows of the first floor we coudn’t see anything except the river. From the entrance gate to more than 300 m away there was only river. The only thing we saw out of the water were the treetops in the distance and the top half of an old chicken coop.

We stood there watching the river drag clothes, boxes of chocolate, a car, whole trees and other things, until nearly noon, when the water level dropped and we could go out to the street. The house inside was covered in an oily mud, but on the street the force of the water had washed up the cobblestones of the courtyard. We crossed the river through the small bridge that withstood the flood and found our garden in worse condition than a year and a half ago. The fence was gone, all the plants taken by the current, but the worst was the earth. All the earth had disappeared the chosen soil of tons of stones and pebbles, dug with a pickaxe, mixed with compost and sand, chosen and separated from roots of weeds, over a year and a half of daily work and enthusiasm, all gone in one stormy night. What could be seen was only muddy yellow earth covered with stones of all sizes and wreckage of trees, bricks and chunks of concrete torn out of I don’t know where.

To say we were devastated isn’t enough. The few who didn’t cry didn’t do so out of shame. We were all in shock, along the path looking at that desolation, with arms down when Andre appeared with a half grin and a pickaxe in hand: let’s start over, he said, and began to dig in the same second. He was alone. Even the 5 or 6 that accompanied the episode with the rats had now a broken spirit, but Andre, not caring about anything or anyone went to work and started everything from scratch.

I was of those who did not have the courage, we all said “it’s not worth it”, and this time, Andre was really alone. Nobody helped him, and the next 12 months, until he and I got out of there (we went together to Italy), he worked and worked, in every free moment he had while everyone else, including me, were going to the pool, played football or were taking a jog in the woods. When we left that house the garden was starting to produce again.

I don’t know if Andrew got to eat something from there before our departure for Italy, but what is certain is that many years later I returned to that farm for a visit and the garden was still there, fresh and productive, maintained for generations and generations of students who passed by.

We were 16, but only one didn’t give up. First reason why many don’t become rich with multilevel: They give up. This happens to most of them.

Do you know how to identify those affiliates (or do the test yourself) who are out of this group of 80 % and have a better chance of becoming millionaires? Very simple:

You saw the opportunity, you have a dream and finally saw a way you can start to make it  true and go full of motivation and enthusiasm to talk to your wife, husband, girlfriend or boyfriend about your fantastic opportunity and they tell you “there you are with one more scheme” or worse. Your motivation drops slightly. Then you talk with a close friend. You’re sure he’ll join you and he replies “just be careful there’s a lot of trickery going around.” Then you get more disappointed. You thought everyone would want this business and it seems that nobody wants anything. So you start thinking of all your friends and imagining what they will say when you talk to them. At that point you’re convinced you made a mistake and that after all nobody wants your opportunity. You talked to 4 or 5 people and their answers extrapolated to everyone you know and don’t know.

This has a devastating effect on a young person in the business.

So when the excitement has died and is buried, the motivation is below zero and you clearly see that after all it was all a mistake and you never will succeed, this is when you see if you belong to the group of 80% or the group of 20%.

You see who will die and who will avenge.

  • I’ve seen this battle happen many times in my team without being able to help them, letting them know what I know and see things with my eyes!
  • I saw many die in disappointment and now they can’t hear anyone tell them multilevel!
  • I also saw some, less, who clench their teeth and come to me to change the strategies and attempt to attack the bull in another way.

Why do some events cause some to waiver while for others it creates an inner rage that takes them much farther is a mystery to me.

What I do know is that both the giving up and the “anger” that motivates are choices made by each person.

When facing a setback, in fact, you can choose to react in one way or the other. It’s up to you. Most choose to give up after a few months in the business or change businesses thinking that the problem is in the company, the products or the compensation plan. And there may even be, but it’s surely in themselves.

For almost all the others is just a matter of time.

About 80% of businesses, multilevel or not, close in the period of 3-5 years. If you’re not in multilevel more than five years you are still in the high dropout period and, if you want to succeed, you have to check what kind of person are you: one who give up on things easily or who gains that inner rage twards the difficulties and never gives up.


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