Magazine Baby

Michael Lee

Description

I was blessed in my life to see a lot as well as learn a lot at the end I learned not to take advantage of people just because you can. I believe that the truth I told in this book can last forever and have the ability to change lives. Thank you for reading and allowing me to be truthful.

Sujets

• Biography
• Business
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 05 juin 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781499003635
• Langue: English

Extrait

MAGAZINE BABY
 

 
Michael Lee
 
Copyright © 2014 by Michael Lee.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2014909840
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-4990-0364-2

Softcover
978-1-4990-0365-9

eBook
978-1-4990-0363-5

 
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Rev. date: 09/13/2022
 
 
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Contents
SPECIAL THANKS
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER 1 In The Beginning
SPECIAL THANKS
I want to say thank you to my mother, my father, my aunt Jean, Flora, Christina and especially Renee.
My uncle Tony for being one of the few male role models I had growing up being raised by women. My second mother Sandy for always telling it like it is and having a kind heart. All the people I knocked on doors with in the past. All the people that bought from me and told me that I could do something special in this world. I especially want to thank Mrs. Martha Lee because without her this book would never be possible for several reasons. She was the most inspirational person that I ever had in my life and if I could be a small portion of that to people then I have done my job. Gone but not forgotten I owe u the world Mrs. Lee, your little boy did his best. Now I must thank GOD for keeping me alive through all the madness I created for myself and all the organizations that helped me when I couldn’t help myself such as the Salvation Army, The Midnight Mission, Bobby’s House and One Nation Under GOD. Pastor Pam, Pastor Taylor, Pastor Robinson and the list goes on and on. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
INTRODUCTION
When the magazine business first started, it was intended to make a difference for a lot of people. It did for some, but most people fell into the same things that they did in the same bad areas in which they are from. In this book I plan on giving you everything you need to know to safeguard you from the business I was born into as well as the door to door industry as a whole. There is going to be some shocking information about me and this business. To protect myself, I will not mention my former bosses or people that I worked with in the past by name. There is going to be a lot of people upset about the information detailed in this book and I don’t care because this is the Michael Lee story and it needs to be heard.
CHAPTER 1 In The Beginning
I was born on December 28, 1983, to the best saleswoman this business has ever seen. My mother Denise Simmons literally changed the way women were viewed and treated in this business. People are rude, barking dogs, and all things you can possibly imagine. My mother, however, remained at the very top of her profession for a very long time. She also did the exact same thing pregnant with my sister two years earlier, which I believe is very impressive. I remember being a kid in the business and learning as much as I could from her. I was a very intelligent child and wanted to know what was going on behind closed doors. By the time I was five years old, I would sneak out of my room without my mothers knowledge and go room to room all night long. It was then that I was exposed to people having sex and heavy drug usage. These were the same people that I respected and loved and my mother didn’t find out what I was doing until two years later. I had to go to school, so I was sent to Gary, Indiana, to be raised by my grandparents. It was very different because they are very religious and didn’t allow anything bad around the house at all. They taught me the things that you are expected to teach a child which is honor, loyalty and respect for your elders. As one of my grandmother’s favorite songs would say, being raised by them was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I also have an aunt named Jean, who at the time didn’t have any children and treated me as her own child. This is one of the most amazing women you could ever meet in your life and she instilled the work ethic that it takes to make it in this world. I’m truly in debt to her for showing me all the things she did and putting up with all my foolish actions as I got older. I really had everything that a child needed growing up. I had all these people set up in place to take care of me. My parents did the best they could going through all these things that they had to go through. They put me in the best position to win and be raised right. Even though I did have a wonderful upbringing, I always wanted my parents to get back together, and after my grandfather died in 1993, I really wanted my dad more than ever. I was 10 years old, and I wanted to be with my dad. He was always around, but he partied all the time and never learned how to slow down. I sincerely believe he wanted to be a good father, he just had so much going on with the party scene and I understand why he was like he was now. My dad got really serious after the death of my grandfather and wanted to have a stronger bond with me. I wanted to be just like this man. I thought he was the coolest person on the planet and a lot of other people did as well. I can remember walking down the street with my dad, just going to the store, and it would take us forever because my father was so friendly and outgoing he had to stop and talk to everybody. So my father rented a nice place by the beach and after all those years of my mother going back to work on the road I was about to finally get what I always wanted as a child. One week before my mother decided she was going to leave the business for good, the worst thing possible I could have ever imagined happened. My father was murdered on December 24, 1995, the day before Christmas. In a city that has been the murder capital of the world several times, my father was the 125 th person to be murdered that year in Gary out of 130. The worst part of it all was four days later I had to spend my birthday in a funeral home looking at the man I looked up to the most in a casket. You are never prepared for anything like that at any age, much less at the age of twelve. When my grandmother told me what happened, I’d never seen that look on her face before. This was extremely hard on the entire family as you can imagine. I know that my father was just about everyone’s favorite in the family and because of his death I believe that his favor was passed down to me. I lost the only two men in my life in a 2 year span and started to act out because I was so hurt and it seemed to me that everyone in the family just kept going on with their lives. I started smoking weed and drinking and getting into a lot of trouble in school. I wanted to be like my father and these are some of the things he did and everyone thought he was cool, so I wanted to be cool too. I got expelled from school two years in a row, and didn’t like school that much anyway. I went from a gifted and talented school back to a regular school so the work I already passed bored me. I went on the road with my mother when I was 15 years old because I wanted to earn my own money and buy clothes for the upcoming school year. I went back to Gary and I knew then that I would eventually go to the business full time. When I first started knocking on doors I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I got older and I got better at the job and slowly started to see all the secrets of the business. First they would hire people from all different parts of the country without really knowing if they were hiring rapists, murderers, and all other type of people you can think of. Everyone deserves a chance, still they didn’t check out anything, just sent you a ticket and you can join the organization. Almost everyone hired needed something to believe in, so the business would make you believe that you could make a career out of door to door sales. The majority of people could never be good at this job. The hire ups knew that only a few would make it but they would keep people there to make money for them anyway. When I was a child in this business I watched a few people in this business become successful. One of the people I admired the most taught me a lot of valuable lessons that I never forgot. One of the things he taught me was to maximize your talent and skills and do as much as possible early in life. One of the major things that people were working to escape from was the drug use and abuse in the area in which they come from. Not only were drugs used, the bosses knew about it and didn’t care as long as you could bring in money for them. I knew some bosses that went as far as to supply the organization with drugs so they could make even more money off of you. So when a lot of the people knock on your door they are usually under the influence of some sort of drug or alcohol. I smoked weed and drank a few times before work but that really never worked for me. I didn’t feel comfortable asking people for a chance and opportunity knowing that I was high as gas prices. That has to be a scary thought not knowing if people are in their right minds when you open the door to talk to them. People are trained to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Playing the sympathy role about where