What if you didn't have e-mail?

A jobless man applied for the post of "office boy" at Microsoft.

The HR manager interviewed him, then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.
"You are employed", he said. "Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as the date when you may start"

The man replied" But I don't have a computer, neither an e-mail."
"I'm sorry," said the HR maanger. "If you don't have an e-mail, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."


The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10 lb tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes door to door. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60.

The man realised that he could survive this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return later. Thus, his money doubled and tripled everday.

Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. 5 years later, then man was one of the biggest food retailers in the US.


He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him for his e-mail address.


The man replied, "I don't have an email". The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an e-mail, and yet you have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an e-mail?!!"


The man thought for a while, and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"


Moral of the story

Moral 1 - Internet/e-mail is not the solution to your life.

Moral 2 - If you don't have an internet-email, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.

Moral 3 - If you received this message by e-mail, you are probably already an office boy/girl, and not any closer to being a Billionaire....!!

Outsourcing for Small Companies

More and more small one-man businesses are learning to outsource their valuable time to fulfillment houses in order to get their orders processed.

This makes sense if you are doing everything yourself..... you cannot concentrate on generating an income if you are a jack-of-all-trades.

This is also especially important for foreign companies selling their goods in the USA. Check out Baobab Inc for your warehouse services and get your free copy of "How to Sell in the USA".

Nobody knows how to sell your products better than yourself. Therefore, that is what you should be concentrating on, and leave the drudge work to experienced fulfillment houses that will pack your orders and send them out.

You could also outsource other aspects of your business, like a bookkeeper and a website controller. What you pay for these services you will more than make up for in extra sales and income.

Indoor Herb Garden

I love this indoor garden. The cold long winter months are setting in with no trips to the garden to cut fresh Rosemary or Basil. As I love to cook with fresh herbs, this indoor herb garden from AeroGarden® is the ideal solution.

Check out their website and get a Free 36 day trial offer.

Life's Lessons

Grasp your opportunities like looking at a spectacular sunrise...... it will only last a few minutes and then will be lost.

Spectacular safari pictures

Take a look at some spectacular pictures from a safari in South Africa.
You will see lions, leopards, cheetah, buffalo, elephant, wild dog, hyena.... magical sunsets and sunrises over the African bush.
Enjoy.

Click on the link below, and then click on the first picture and scroll through.
http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=173emnif.2b00hs4v&x=0&y=ygd201

Life' Lessons - How to stop an avocado from going brown

Here is a great tip to stop an avocado from going brown.

Immerse the whole uncut avocado in boiling water - just like you would for skinning a tomato.
Let is stand for a couple of minutes. Throw off the water, allow the avo to cool and then cut open.

You can prepare your avo dish and keep it in the fridge until necessary.
You should try and use it the same day however, as this will not stop it from going squishy over time.

The Invisible Woman

Our dear friend Kim Israel sent this very moving story of a woman's discovery of her destiny. I hope you emphathize with it, as women often seem to feel that they are not recognized for their
daily lives.

Perspective: The Invisible Woman
By Nicole Johnson

It started to happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, "Who is that with you, young fella?" "Nobody," he shrugged. Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, "Oh my goodness, nobody?"

I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like "Turn the TV down, please" - and nothing would happen.
Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, "Would someone turn the TV down?" Nothing.

Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, "I'm ready to go when you are." He just kept right on talking. That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he can see me. I don't think anyone can see me. I'm invisible.

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going she's going she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at t he others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
* No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens f or the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.