You know? They sometimes say that every wound that does not kill you would make you a stronger person? And I used to retort "what if that wound cripples you? What you say to that?"
Now as a think about it, its not so much about the physical wounds that you receive but rather the past experiences that you weathered through. I was foolish into thinking that I could strike it rich by going into the sales and marketing industry. How wrong I was. The first customer was to be my parents, for their health and well being. I really sincerely thought that i could help them. Guess what? my mum disapprove of it and I was taken aback. After her good bout of scolding and tongue lashing, i slowly dawned to realise... The good things that they speak of, the pay that they promise you, the job, fame and money. It was all too good, too good to be true. And after serious pounding of it on the toilet bowl. I saw the reason for all this.

The company just needs everyone of their workers to sell the product to their parents as well as bring in their friends, then the friends would do the same. The way to achieve that? Propaganda and promises. I fell for their trick, bringing in two friends of mine. Almost did them in. Now i'm in a deep pile of shit with a very messy resume and mindset. I was once a strong believer of their products and i always thought that my mentors meant me no harm. But now I see, I see the truth and I see the intentions of the company. And I take pity and sympathy for my mentors. They did mean me no harm, they did coach and guide m through this particular segment of my life. And I thank them for that, learnt alot from them and i would really hope to continue being friends with them. They have ventured too deep into this pile of shit to actually get out. Their homes are filled with their products and their lives revolve around the products. Thats why i pity and sympathies with them.

Regards,
KaiKein