At the time, I was still living in a trailer house, trying to provide for my family.
Then a guy named Doc Fran entered my world.
He'd found me because I sent him an email about my business. Instead of joining, he started calling me. Just to build a friendship. After a while, he invited me to look at what he was doing.
The guy was persistent. He'd also built a million-dollar-a-year residual income. So eventually, I gave him my credit card.
A few months later, I logged into my back office and saw a number that didn't make sense.
My check had gone from $17... to $7,200 in residual income.
I was so shocked I called Doc Fran to make sure it wasn't a mistake.
He was driving his convertible along the beach with his wife Nancy. He said, "I'll call you when I get home and we'll dig into this."
I said, "If this is true, I'm flying to your house, to hug you."
He got home. Called me back. We dug into the numbers together.
It was true.