I was just as miserable as
before!
You might be in the same
position I was in: Most of the
parts seemed to be there, but I
was missing something that would
knit all those real estate
investing courses, boot camps, and
other pieces together.
I had a buying machine to get
leads, but my machine was like the
hand-crank on a Model T: If I
worked like hell, it would sort of
cough and move briefly.
Then I could negotiate with
sellers, but I got sooo tired of
parroting the same speech to every
caller, only to find out they
would think about it and never
call me back.
When it came time to sell a
property, I d go through the same
grind, placing ads, looking for
buyers, and usually finding
nibblers.
To finance my acquisitions, I
built a network of hard money
lenders, who were only too happy
to gouge me for points and
interest rates that made the local
loan sharks green with envy.
I was working myself to death
in my dream real estate career. On
the few long-weekend vacations I
took, I later discovered my wife
and buddies had a regular betting
pool behind my back for when I
would cut short my vacation to get
back, so I could slog through
another deal!
Even when I was not on my fire
shift, I had to be on call for big
fires. My time was NEVER my own. I
vividly remember knocking on this
one door, looking for a
pre-foreclosure deal. I glanced
down the porch to my right, to see
a huge German Shepherd crouching,
locked on to me, with its fangs
bared. I slowly backed off the
porch, and it slowly came forward.
When I decided to try to widen the
distance by turning around (I was
never very good at running fast
backwards), the dog took off after
me like a greyhound at the track.
Fortunately I was in excellent
shape, and launched myself on top
of a car down the street. I m
lying there, in a gang
neighborhood, with a wild-eyed dog
snapping at me like a live Alpo
meal and my fire station beeper
goes off!
The dog lost interest after
about 10 minutes, and I
high-tailed it to the fire
station, swearing the whole way
that THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!
My Obsession Began
That began my obsession to
either find a real estate system
that made more money for less
work, or create one.
I found out pretty quickly that
there was no system I could plug
into. So I started building it. I
winced as I wrote out one fat
check after another to web
programmer geeks, search engine
experts, professional writers,
database gurus, and others.
Through trial and error, and
lots of bloated invoices to pay,
an automated system began to take
shape. Like any good inventor, I
first tried the thing out on
myself.
Pretty soon, two things started
to happen: I noticed that my
volume of leads began to increase.
As they rose, I began to work
less. This gave me great incentive
to keep writing checks, and
improving the system.
What I have today is the result
of my pain, experience, effort,
and money.
The Last Piece of the Puzzle
To Your SERIOUS Wealth
My System was truly that last
piece of the puzzle to my real
estate wealth, and it can do the
same for you. That s because it
ties together all the parts you ve
learned and tried, up until now.
And it makes them work.
A Ferrari is just a bucket of
bolts when it s disassembled: All
the parts are there, and
everything has the potential to
work together well, but someone
needs to put it all together and
give it some gas.
That someone is me. This baby s
all put together and it runs like
a dream!
Exactly how well does it run?
Well enough for me to have done
over 320 deals in the last 10
years. And remember, I m only a
part-time real estate investor! A
great deal of my week is taken up
with being a Fire Captain (I haven
t figured out how to automate that
yet!).
One of Jeff's recent checks
from 3/13/2006 for $219,797.58
(not a bad payday).
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