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1. Brooke Jester
   August 28th, 2009 | 3:43 am

   Hmm, well I guess up to now my story has been educational and has been a learning experience as I try to learn something from every situation I am faced with so that I can take that piece of knowledge with me and apply it to similar situations in the future. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had lots of Adventures and some Drama..but I’ll go into that part of my story next time.

   I grew up in a small town most of my childhood and teenage years. At age three my parents got a divorce. They were both extrememly young. It never effected me that my parents were divorced because that was the only thing I ever knew. I was a very happy and laid back, go-with-the-flow child and never was in trouble. As a teenager, the story flows a little bit different, I guess I went through a bit of a rebellion/wild stage. When my mom moved us to Dallas when I was 17, I was definitely intimated by the “big city”..But it was the best move for all of us.

   Once in Dallas I started college and got a job in the corporate office of a network marketing company…little did I know that 10 years later that what I’m doing today all leads back to the people I met when I was 17 at my first job in Dallas, kind of wierd to think about…. I love what I do today because I’m learning something new everyday, but there were many years where I probably should have ventured out into something else as I “settled” and was miserable at one particular job for about the last 3 (of the 6) years I worked there. But I’m a true believer in that everything happens for a reason, whether its seems bad or good at the time, we are going through those sitations so that we can handle something bigger thats in our future.

   Knowledge is a vital part of life. There is so much knowledge to be gained in this world, why would one not want to learn as much as possible during their life? Why would anyone want to stop learning? And when I say education, I don’t mean it has to be from a college. Knowledge is EVERYWHERE, you just have to be willing to accept it. Listen to others, be open-minded, accept another persons views, look at the different aspects of a situation, and read “eye-opener” books that make you really think hard and don’t be afraid to have an “Ah-Ha” moment!

   As far as education goes, I want to go to school for the rest of my life…that may sound funny to a lot of people, but I want to learn as much as possible while on this earth. I want to be able to grow my businesses and know how to run every single aspect of my company. I want to be versatile and creative, and a pro at everything it takes to have a successful business.

   Oops! My passion for learning gets me side-tracked everytime…

2. curious
   August 29th, 2009 | 12:22 pm

   Hey!!Is it true that u are getting married to Kim Sharma from India?

3. Carlos Marin
   August 31st, 2009 | 3:31 pm

   Brooke,

   Seems like a love for learning was instilled in you at some point in your life. That is a good thing because as you purposely use that to learn the principles that you can use to design your life on purpose you can make your life a joyous adventure all the time!

4. Carlos Marin
   September 1st, 2009 | 1:21 am

   I just had to reply to “curious”… You must have me confused with some other famous actor… LOL, that is about to marry Kim Sharma from India. Please forgive my ignorance but I do not know who Kim is and neither does my wife Cecy. But if you’ll send us her picture we’ll try to figure out if it’s true or not! Have a great day…

5. Rich Randle
   September 1st, 2009 | 8:52 am

   hmmm I guess you can call this a dramma, well let me think as I sit back and wonder I will say that this is a mind changing experience and has and is affecting me in all aspects of life and on a continueing basis which I need and am thankful. As for myself I have had setbacks and have always looked or (tryed) to look for the right path to travel with many obsticles stearing me this way and that and yes still do but I am greatful for the introduction of you and the millionare mindset this is and continues to help me to see that I can and will make it to where I am to go. The millionare mindset has and is opening my eyes and thinking……I mean THINKING more on myself where I want to go and what I want to accomplish. I am ever greatful for the calls and the recordings to listen to them over and over the repition is the KEY thanks for everything

6. Rich Ost
   September 1st, 2009 | 9:03 am

   Carlos
   I have been truly motiavated by your material. It has made a profound difference in my life. I had not been close to my children since my devorce years ago and usinging the techniques you teach I have become close to both my children. Thanks

7. Carlos Marin
   September 1st, 2009 | 3:28 pm

   Rich Randle,

   By continuing to change your mind in a positive direction as you are clearly doing you will be able to define and design your own life more and more every day. You’re right, the repetition is the key as is always the case in life.

8. Carlos Marin
   September 1st, 2009 | 6:30 pm

   Rich Ost,

   I am very happy to hear this Rich. It’s great to prosper financially however its really cool when your relationships, love and joy in life are also taken to a whole higher level. Congratulations!

9. Cecy
   September 1st, 2009 | 6:48 pm

   My story has been a love story ever since I met you! It has been almost 15 years and now it’s better than ever!!!

   Cecy Marin

10. Carlos Marin
    September 1st, 2009 | 7:22 pm

    Yes it has been a love story and an adventure with you too Babe! Well I guess then that “curious” was wrong about me marrying some girl named Kim SHer from India

11. confused
    September 1st, 2009 | 7:26 pm

    I can’t wait to see you on Sunday and learn all the positive way to change my life…I was brought up in part of Asia…growing up with 2 dads in the house…literally calling 2 different “daddies” at home but of course I grow up and just know which one was really my real dad…I never asked my mom or dad why and how it happened but seems like this experience got me all confused and bunch of other confusing “things” that happened in life that seems like follows me or shadowed me in every aspects of my life…don’t really know if this and “other” bad experience while growing up had something to do that i cannot have a healthy and happy relationship but I know that I will find Out when I attend your class this weekend…Can’t wait…thanks

12. Joe
    September 1st, 2009 | 7:58 pm

    Hey Carlos great concept let me know if there is anything I can help you with.

13. Paul Caraway
    September 2nd, 2009 | 12:09 am

    Where to begin… Many do not know how Gloria and I met… Gloria and I were married 6 years 2 months and 4 days ago what a blessing for me! But let’s take this back to the beginning. Gloria and I were born 6 blocks apart in Oak Cliff, Texas. I moved to north Dallas while Gloria stayed in Oak Cliff. Gloria graduated from High School… the same High School my mother graduated from. I moved to Alabama when I was 5 years old, then to Missouri in 5th grade. I would return to Texas to visit my Grand Parents during the summer as I was growing up… My Grand Father owned a TV repair business in Duncanville, Texas and I would go on calls with him to Desoto, Texas; Cedar Hill, Texas; Oak Cliff and surrounding cities. I became familiar with this area over the years. My Uncle was an avid hunter and he would take me so he could target practice. One of the areas he took me too was just a beautiful field on Cocker Hill road in Desoto, Texas. At that time I told him it would be a beautiful place to have a home. Near this same time frame my Aunt (mother’s sister) and husband moved further down Cocker Hill road. I would travel this road to see them and still admired the field.
    When I was 19 years old in Missouri I was married… My job moved me to Tulsa, Oklahoma… While in Tulsa I was at work and a young lady walked in the door. She said I Paul… While growing up in Missouri this same young lady lived down the street from me… the interesting part was she lived in the same apartment complex in the building next door. We had not seen each other for years what a surprise. After 6 months in Tulsa I then returned back to Texas. I was attending Dallas Christian College and met a young man at the time that was looking to start a church. I helped start this church in Cedar Hill by leading praise and worship. The pastor of the church (my friend) lived off of Cocker Hill road across the street from where the beautiful field that I saw when growing up. After years of battling issues financially and emotionally I stepped away from the marriage.
    I decided to try an internet website to meet new people. At this time I lived in Roanoke, Texas and worked in Southlake, Texas. I was getting tired of the fake people you would run across on the internet. There you could be someone you were not… so I decide to update my profile and say “I was just looking for someone to be a friend. Gloria responded to this post and that started an online relationship of emails, chatting which led to talking on the phone. We both had friends we went to the movies with. One day we both returned from the movies and were online. We had both gone to the same movie with our movie buddies that day. I finally got the nerve to ask her to meet in a public place. I suggested a nature center in Cedar Hill. But she suggested a park across from the High School in Desoto. She did not realize I knew this area at the time. So she gave me directions and we met there. We started walking and talking… now we had walked lap after lap tell our life stories to each other. It was crazy the similarities we had experienced… everything from our families’ history to even our previous marriages. On the last trip around I asked her to stop and look at me. It was the first time I could see her beautiful smile and beaming glow! We stopped walking around dusk… I asked her to stop by my truck. I had flowers and a card for her. At this point I did not know where she lived. We departed the park and continued talking and chatting… our relationship started to grow. One day she called me… she was not calling for me to help… she just wanted advice… see her car had a flat tire. I simply told her I would go and help. She worked in downtown Dallas while I worked on Southlake. By the time I arrived to her office it was dark and getting chilly. I pulled up my truck so the lights were on the flat. I was working on her flat tire and had her on the way. Later on she shared with me that this was the time she realized I was the man she would marry. There is more to the story … for time sake I am going to jump ahead a little. We were married and lived in a house where the beautiful field was located… when you turned left into this subdivision you would go to our home… if you went straight you would go to my Aunt and Uncles home… if you turned right you would go to the pastors home I help start the church with… In our subdivision was a street called Caraway Lane. The street behind the subdivision was called Ellerson rd. It was named after the owner of the field. A co-worker at the place in Southlake has the last name of Ellerson. It was the farm owned by his Grandfather. So people ask or question about what you want in live if it is automatic, planned, or created. You can now see how life can unfold!
    Gloria and I have been very blessed these last several years. Now with taking the tools we have learned in your programs we are able to take what we are passionate about and make it reality!
    Thank you Carlos!
    Paul

14. Carlos Marin
    September 2nd, 2009 | 1:03 am

    Paul, WOW, your story is incredible!!! Talk about a love story with many twist and turns and yet you guys still gravitated back to each other… WOW, again!!! Cecy and I feel blessed to know you and Gloria and create the great friendships that we are building… God bless you both, always!!!

15. Carlos Marin
    September 2nd, 2009 | 1:09 am

    Hey Joe, glad you came to my blog. I’m posting fresh personal development content continually to help anyone from any walk of life create the life of their dreams. I know you believe in that ideal as well and are committed to doing so with your business model. You are a man of integrity and I wish you the best always and stand ready to help you and support you in any way I can!

16. Carlos Marin
    September 2nd, 2009 | 1:14 am

    Hey Confused, I don’t know your real name but I can tell you this… the principles we will teach at the event on Sunday will definitely give you the clarity to begin to create your life on purpose. Many times in life we live reacting to the external stimuli which was the very thing that conditioned us “accidentally” or without our conscious approval. The fantastic thing about Creating Your Identity on purpose is that it gives you the control of the direction of your life from here on out. I guarantee you will be totally blown away by the transformation you’ll experience!

17. Your Buddy
    September 3rd, 2009 | 9:23 pm

    Your Looking Good and tell your Beautiful bride she keep looking better in every “Texas” picture she is in!
    I think and pray for you guys all the time…looking forward to seeing ya’ll soon!
    Keep Leading 2 WIN!

18. Carlos Marin
    September 4th, 2009 | 10:48 am

    Hey Brother, we think about you guys all the time as well. Seems like I see you less now that I’m in Texas than I did in Florida. Let’s get together soon!

19. Brian Myers
    September 4th, 2009 | 4:26 pm

    The following story is a favorite of mine from my memory as a child. I’m not sure how “factual” it is, but it is what I remember, and therefore my Reality. Although a little “out of season”, it is representative to me of how stories shape our lives, and in this particular case, how the stories of my two greatest heroes, my parents, have shaped mine. All of my stories seem to have at least a little of each of the elements of Drama, Humour, Horror and Adventure. I like them that way!

    Thanks Carlos for everything you are doing in my life to support me in living my true greatness!

    ~
    One of my favorite holiday memories comes from when I was 8. It was 1979, the U.S. was suffering from an energy crisis and the beginning of a short recession. My father was then, as he is now, in the automobile business. Then as now, that business was at the end of an era of relative prosperity and at the beginning of great tumultuous change.

    We were approaching the end of our first year as homeowners, living in a duplex on the edge of the pop-up sprawl of the western suburbs of Chicago. My parents were tirelessly working to improve our position while trying to corral the extended family back to our origins in Chicago to be together for my grandparents Twilight years. This whirlwind tour put us in 4 states and 9 different abodes, the longest stop lasting a year, in my first 8 years of life.

    The one stable and constant force was my family. Their love, their celebration of togetherness, never left a major holiday without the distinct marks of Love. These gatherings always brought together bawdy bands of our tribe, some strange and some familiar. These arriving Clans came from far and wide bearing gifts, stories, and food, both the exotic and mundane. Houses filled with the joyous sounds of laughter and conversation, and the soothing smells of fresh food prepared day and night.

    This particular Christmas, my father was having an incredibly slow time at work. Oil was at an all time highest per barrel real cost, a record that would hold until the summer of 2008, and car sales were bad. Really bad. Working on commissions, and with a new house that had already tapped any savings that were there, my folks were in financial trouble. They were accustomed to the rollercoaster ride of being in sales, but this was like riding The Eagle backwards without your much needed motion sickness medication. (Non-Chicagoans may insert your favorite rollercoaster/thrill ride, and person who gets sick on them, here.)

    Late one night, about two weeks before Christmas, I remember sitting at the top of the stairs. The balusters were spaced just far enough apart that my head could squeeze between them at the narrows, and I could hear my parents in a heated conversation downstairs. I didn’t sleep any more soundly then than I do now, and my parents rarely argued, so I was most certainly going to sneak out of my room to listen to what the fuss was all about. What I heard shook me to the very foundation of my 8 year old universe. Christmas may be cancelled!

    Now, that was neither the intent nor entire gist of the conversation. There was much ado about bills already over 30 days late, and the mortgage not being paid, and bill collectors calling, and not enough money for groceries, and on and on. My mother is an orderly, faithful, fastidious woman, and the cleanest person I’ve ever met. Paying bills late is not an option for her. It’s both shameful and embarrassing. I, on the other hand, am too oft an existential mess who can guarantee at least one late payment per month, and cleans only when the health department should step in. These extremes may seem like exaggerations, but anyone who knows both of us will verify it as truth. But I digress…

    What was really being said in this conversation, with urgency, was the fact that Christmas was only two weeks away, the bills were unpaid, and there was no money for basic necessities, let alone the Gifts that would adorn our lovely Christmas Tree. Downstairs, there were tears, pained frustration, and a sense of hopelessness. Upstairs, a little boy sitting with a crestfallen visage that couldn’t hope to match how he felt inside. I worried not about food, shelter, or heat. There were GIFTS on the line! And I was past the age where I thought there was a Santa who was going to pull us out of this Spiral of Doom…

    For two weeks I was worried and depressed. The tension was palpable around the house. I dared not speak of it to anyone. I wasn’t supposed to hear that conversation, and once heard, there was no taking it back. The damage had been done, and all I could do was wait. Wait and look at my Christmas wish list with the knowledge that it was all for naught…

    Traditionally, in the weeks leading up to Christmas, there is a slow build of presents under the tree. A gift from a family friend here and there, a gift from a relative or two who lived out of state and would not be attending festivities this year, a gift from a boss or neighbor. As part of our tradition, we would go to a family party on Christmas Eve. When we left for the party, there was the accumulated gathering of presents that had been building for weeks, but when we would return, the gifts would be overflowing. Gifts from Mom and Dad, gifts from each other, Gifts from “Santa” (we still get those, BTW), the works. There was usually a huge bounty, and the Bounty brooked no Mutineers, I must to say.

    Now, back to Christmas Eve 1979. We had received another prolific snowfall that year. It was a white Christmas to say the least. Not quite as much as the year before, which bought us an extra week on our winter vacation due to snow days, but it was bountiful. We drove home from my Grandparents house, and I think for the first time since hearing the fated conversation two weeks before, I felt comfortable with what was waiting on the other end of that long drive. My brothers were so excited, and all I could think is that they had no idea what was coming. I would not be disappointed, but they sure would.

    We came into the house, relieved ourselves of coat, hat, gloves, and wet boots. Everyone raced downstairs. Everyone but me. I walked down the steps slowly, trepidly, fearing the worst. As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I couldn’t believe my eyes! There were more gifts under that tree than ever before, more than I had imagined possible! A veritable Mountian of Presents. You could not get within 6 feet of that tree without moving presents! Everything! And I mean EVERYTHING!!! My brothers and I received everything we asked for on our wish list that year. It was the only time before or since.

    I remember how happy my parents looked, and it mirrored how I felt inside. That was the year that gifts themselves stopped having too much meaning for me. I finally learned that what they represented, what was behind them, mattered most. Somewhere between that night, and two weeks prior, my folks decided to take what little equity they had in their new home, damn the future for they will meet that challenge when it comes, and made that Christmas the most prosperous yet. Not for the money that they spent, or gifts that we received, but for what it represented to all of us.

    The holidays mean many things to many people, and the emphasis on what is important takes on many forms. For me, Friends and Family and what we mean to each other is the Joy that fills my heart.

    Great Love and Joy to all my friends and family!

    Thanks Carlos!

20. Carlos Marin
    September 4th, 2009 | 5:48 pm

    Hey Brian, that’s a great story and you are a great student. I look forward to continuing to work with you and help you “Create Your Millionaire Story”!

21. jose carlos
    October 27th, 2009 | 12:30 pm

    Hola que tal…bueno,desde que salió este blog quise escribir también,lo pensé hacer en inglés,pero creo que fluyo mejor en español…y como estaba pensando cómo darle forma,pues lo dejé para después,hasta que este sábado,me sentí,como se dice en inglés,compelled,a escribir,porque precisamente,en el negocio en Red en que estoy,mi upline decidió no estar en una reunión por internet,en el cual se leyó un audiolibro,y volví a sentir aquel sentimiento de abandono que he experimentado desde hace ya tiempo en mi vida…conozco al sr Carlos Marín desde que estuvo en México desarrollando el negocio de Amway,del cual formé yo parte de su organización…conocí la filosofía de que YO era el arquitecto de mi propio destino y se me hizo fantástico eso…en Amway llegó el momento que 6 de mis uplines dejaron el negocio,y yo quedé conectado directamente con mi Esmeralda,la cual después me invitaría a Empexis,que no pudo seguir en México,y que nos absorbería Cyberwize,que después se convertiría en Enzacta en México…luego conocí IXP.net ,que venía de ser 2by2.net ,y ahí también los uplines decidieron dejar el negocio…he decidido abandonar el multinivel varias veces,pero me he dado cuenta que no he puesto en práctica los principios que por decir,habla el sr Marín en sus Millonaire Maker Lessons…creo estar poniendo de mi parte ya,para cambiar así mi Identidad y Enfocarme realmente a donde estaría más feliz de estar…mi vida ha tenido un poco de todo:drama,comedia,horror,aventura…mi mamá conoció a mi papá en Comisión Federal de Electricidad en Oaxaca,México,que es donde he vivido la mayor parte de mi vida….mi mamá venía de un matrimonio fallido,donde el esposo la maltrató y le pegó…ella había decidido casarse,porque mi abuela la trataba muy mal,le pegaba también y hasta le quitaba el salario que ganaba,a ella y a una de mis tías…después de todo esto,conoce a mi papá,sin querer saber nada de relacionarse con otras personas,y después de buscar la forma mi papá,pues nací yo…mi papá estaba casado,al parecer en un matrimonio el cual no era muy feliz…así que conoció a mi mamá y de ella se enamoró…pero mis papás nunca vivieron juntos,nunca me he visto con mis 2 papás viviendo como familia,toda la vida la pasé con mi mamá y sus papás,mis abuelos…mi mamá me cuidó y entró a trabajar de nuevo,hasta que cumplí 6 años e ingresé a la primaria…el camión de la escuela me recogía y me dejaba en un lugar,mi mamá me dejaba y mi abuela iba por mí,nada más que yo sentía que a veces mi abuela no iba a estar esperándome,al grado de estar repetiendo para mis adentros que estuviera ahí esperándome…es cuando comienzo a experimentar que me podrían abandonar,dejar olvidado…y después mi mamá iba a trabajar,pero ya no podía estar conviviendo tanto con ella…mi abuela a veces me metía tantas ideas en la cabeza,de que le pidiera dinero a mi papá,hasta que mi mamá se hartó y nos fuimos a vivir aparte,para este momento tenia ya 16 años…desde los 5 años viví con mis abuelos…y de ahí en 3 años después,vi la oportunidad de Amway,y me cambió la vida…..entré a un mundo en donde me decían YO podía mi vida cambiar…así que ahora,a mis 36 años,estoy empezando a ponerme ya en serio a enfocar y definir exactamente lo que quiero….gracias por todo sr Marín

22. Carlos Marin
    December 24th, 2009 | 1:40 am

    Jose Carlos, me alegro mucho que he podido ayudarte un poco pero realmente fue el comienzo de tu entendimiento de los Principios Universales de exito y riquezas en la vida que te ha liberado. Tienes mucho merito por haber sobrevivido tus antecedentes y superarlos, aunque siendo hijo de Dios tienes todo el poder para hacerlo solo nadie te lo habia explicado. Yo creo que todos somos potencial ilimitado y capaz de lograr y crear cualquier futuro que deseamos si estamos dispuestos a aprender los Principios que gobiernan toda manifestacion en esta vida. Estas en el camino mi amigo y te deseo todo el exito, amor, felicidad y riquezas que te mereces! Un abrazo y que Dios te bendiga siempre! Carlos

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