July 10th, 2018,
It was a beautiful summer day on the lane. The sun was bright in the sky, accented with puffy white clouds. The birds were chirping in the nearby trees as I passed the houses in the neighborhood close to where I had agreed to meet Stacy Jeanne Joyce for an interview. A picture perfect neighborhood in suburbia. It seemed like everyone was outside enjoying the fresh air. A man is mowing his yard, a couple are sitting on the front porch enjoying an iced tea, a couple of kids are riding their bikes, an older lady is out walking her dog. The smell of barbecue is in the air.
I finally made it to the address I had written in my day planner. It was a large contemporary colonial house, surrounded by a white picket fence. The yard was expertly manicured, and the hydrangea bushes are thriving in colors of blue and purple. Their scent fills the air as I walk up the cobblestone path to the front door. I ring the bell and hear voices from inside, the door opens. A man greets me.
“Hi there” he says with a warm smile, “You must be here for the interview. My wife has been expecting you. She is in the kitchen. She will be out in a minute. You can wait for her in the living room.” He walks me through the foyer and into a brightly lit room with a large fireplace and offers me a seat on the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll try to keep the kiddos entertained so you won’t be disturbed.” He walks up the staircase to the second floor. I can hear the sound of laughter and cartoons.
I put my bag down and put my notebook on the coffee table. The room is beautifully decorated, and very inviting. I can smell fresh coffee and something baking.
Stacy appears from the kitchen holding a tray, “Sorry to keep you waiting. I was just taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven.” She lays the tray down in front of me. Coffee and cookies for two. “Cream and sugar for you there.” She smiles and sits, fixing herself a cup.
“You have a beautiful home.” I say, putting my cup down on a coaster. “Thank you so much. We really love it here.” She looks around the room and sighs, a twinkle in her eye.
“So I guess we should get started. First off, let me congratulate you on all that you have accomplished in the last few years. You have become a Million dollar earner in your Network Marketing Company. What was that like?” I ask.
” It was amazing, but it was not an easy thing to accomplish. When I first started out in Network Marketing, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I made a lot of mistakes and I got discouraged at times. I knew it was like any other profession. The one thing I needed, but didn’t have… was skills. I went into research and learning mode. I went online and found videos from professionals who were making the kind of money I wanted to make. That’s when I came across The Worlds Laziest Networker, Mark Januszewski.” She stops to take a sip of coffee. I am making notes in my notebook.
She continues, ” I was watching all of the videos I could find on his channel on Youtube. I was taking notes and learning all I could from him. Then I came across a video not quite like the others. It was all about the subconscious mind, the frontal lobe, neural net, and the chemicals we get addicted to on a cellular level. It made so much sense to me! I needed to know more. I put my name on the waiting list for his course, the Master Keys Master Mind Alliance. Months later I got an email which offered me the chance to earn a pay-it-forward scholarship. I couldn’t wait to get started!” She smiles. ” I was accepted and made a promise to myself that I would change my blueprint.”
“Your… Blueprint?” I asked, confused.
“Yes, the way you construct your neural net based on past experiences and emotions. This becomes your subconscious programming. Which is why so many running on old blueprints live a life of mediocrity and desperation. Floating along in life. not changing their reality. They need to write a new blueprint. This is what the MKMMA offers.” Her eyes start to well up with tears. She reaches over and takes a tissue from the box on the side table. She wipes away the tears.
“I owe so much to Mark and Davene. They helped me gain the confidence in myself that needed to make a better life for myself. I have built a successful team, and am working with them to create the lives they can only dream of. My husband has left his nine to five job, and is working the business with me full time. He is spending so much more time at home with his family. We have this wonderful home, and are able to travel. We never were able to go anywhere before. We hadn’t taken a vacation in the 13 years we were together before MKMMA.” She pauses to take a breath, ” They helped me create a new reality. A miracle really.”
“That sounds amazing. I think I just might put my name on the waiting list for next years scholarship.” I smile and continue making notes. Master Key Master Mind Alliance 2019 – APPLY!!!
” You won’t regret that decision. It changed my life, it will change yours too.” She clears the table and takes the tray to the kitchen. ” I have enjoyed talking with you today, but I think our time is up.” I say looking at the clock. I grab my bag and stand. “Thank you so much for coming, I really liked sharing with you today.” She leads me to the door. “Please let me know about your experience with MKMMA next year. Take care!” I leave the house, feeling excited about the possibility for myself.