The guy who lives in a house on chicken legs
Yesterday I resumed physical training (apart from walking) after a 4-month absence, Four months of absence since I got my fourth kid in December, so I was busy raising little winners. I dared to hope that my body would remember a few physics concepts, like you never forget how to
There’s a catch in this email
Repetition, repetition, repetition, Over time and by repeating the process, I’ve become very quick at building an internet business from scratch, I’d even say I can do it in less than an hour, more or less. It works even if you don’t have a product yet, (I don’t know, I
Why the Laziest Person Got the Promotion
A true story about my first job in sales after graduating from university: I worked in a call center selling advertising to entrepreneurs, and the climate was similar to the film “The Wolf of Wall Street”. Every morning when we’d get home early to do some prospecting, everyone would immediately
he spent 50,000 on an unethical way
This morning, we’re preparing the stock to go to the cottage with the family and wait for the **REAL** Easter bunny (Don’t tell my kids he doesn’t exist), And with four kids, there’s a lot of stock to prepare and it takes time… It’s a good thing I’ve structured my
the false-choice dilemma
I’m currently striding through the Arc’teryx coat section of my local sports store. You’d almost think my maneuver was igneous, like a newborn mammal that knows how to drink its mother’s milk. This GUY knows where he is going. For context, I bought mine 12 years ago and it’s giving
this guy on my list does not understand..please help him
I’ve just received an offensive message from ”someone on my list”, ..this guy needs help.. He starts his email with a lie: ”Hi Yann, It’s XXX (I won’t reveal his name to give the guy unnecessary exposured) from UK” UK? That’s a lie! Who wants to stay in a place
Please, sir… I want some more.
you stood there. Bowl in hand. Empty stomach. Eyes full of hope. And you whispered the line that echoed through time: “Please, sir… I want some more.” That scene from Oliver Twist wasn’t just a story. It’s YOUR STORY. And.. It was mine not so long ago.. Because today, millions
The yellow beetle car’s morning sales rootine
”YELLOOWW CAR!”, followed by a punch on my shoulder by my children, That’s the game we are playing now in family.. (I have created monsters..I think) Like all good education, I taught my children the yellow car game today. For those who live in total denial, the rule of the