It was Veteran’s Day, and I could not wait to enter my Facebook page. So many of my friends were giving honors to their moms and dads who served their country. I started to have tears in my eyes thinking about both my dad, my step-father Morton E. Wolf.
         Like many of the under twenty years olds that served World War II, my step-dad gave up his college education at the University of Chicago to protect and serve his country. Always having an interest in electronics he was very excited to be in the radar corp. One particular night he and his squad where woken up by the loud sirens at 3:00 am, and told a special plane just landed on the ship and it’s radar needed to be serviced. Being full of yawns and figured it was just another
plane that strayed off course he just performed his radar dance and wished away not knowing that this plane was the Enola Gay, a B-29 Superfortress bomber, the first aircraft to drop the first atomic bomb. Mort spent the rest of his life as a proof reader, and after over thirty years of service was called into his boss’s office and let go with no severance pay or benefits. As heartening as it sounds he loved his family and country, I loved him as always wondered being exposed to the atomic bomb might of caused his melanoma death. A true father, husband, uncle, brother, and most of all a beloved veteran that should never be forgotten.
           As I started to read all of the contributions of all the other veterans on my Facebook page, I was saddened to hear one of our greatest fighters of world peace finally left us, Nelson Mandella.
Mr. Mandella spent over two decades in prison, and he was justly rewarded to lead his people of South Africa to  finally have their freedom.
           Finally as I see that life happens in three , I must pay a special thank you to my father-in-law
David Nacino. A father of seven children, served in the Japanese Death March, Bataang. Marching with his fellow soldiers( Filipino and American) only had the leather off his shoes was his main source of nourishment. Thank God he was a to survive and return to tank care of his family.
His story does not end there with a happy ending. His young and beautiful wife died of a heart attack. If this was painful enough, his youngest daughter now my wife was stricken with Polio.
Most men were just leave. My grief stricken father-in-law was determined to make sure that all of his children went to college. A true Veteran of not just serving our country but a committed father.
            I want thank all of veterans for your great sacrifice. Your pains gave me freedom that most people around the world are still fighting for.   
        

     Trying to introduce my new journey, emphasizing the importance of having some kind of financial foundation saved for the future is like getting a winning lotto ticket. I posted on my
every day comptuter favorites, every day on Circle, Facebook and Linkedin. I am not much of a Twitter fan.. So far I have gotten more likes from my fellow Candy Sagaers thann anyone else. I
have played this game and accumulated over a trillion at the Qbet Casino and cannot figure out
where all these people get the time and motivation for all of this life STOPAGE. Maybe playing games and trying to be better than the ones you are playing against is more important than to think
about if they have enough money for their Old Age. I know that the clock is ticking so LOUD that I can hear it without wearing my hearing aids. 
     In all seriousness, I feel that I never knew that I needed to start recruitingthe minute I learned
to talk. Evem when I was in nursery school it never ocurred to me that I would need to make friends at the age of four. Can you imagine how many people I could of recruited in sixty three years. Every teacher, doctors, my aunts, uncles, cousins, people at the gasoline station, teachers,
lawyers, policemen, firemen, Rabbis,Priests, and on and on. Man o Man I would of had calling cards made when I went trick or treating, and infact being an only child I would of yelled at my
parents for not adopting at least fourteen brothers and sisters. I hate to say this but perhaps if my parents would of gotten remarried at least three or four more times I would not have to worry about recruiting. I have to stay on course and just RECRUIT.
                          So here is what I want to say to my recruits, I am trying to help you to learn from my mistakes. I cannot believe that sixty seven years of my life has passed me by. I day dream about if I only purchased Apple computer at $2.50, but I know there were once multi-millionaires who wished they never met a Man named Madoff. Every time I go to a restaurant or like yesterday I visited a time share, I spread my mission. I don’t want to go to the financial meetings at time because I have no recruits. Many successful people reversed their pattern, by believing in themselves. I am not going to give up, I will just have to recruit and recruit and recruit.

    When and where do finally realize that the passion, the career, the friends(have to change and yet the journey I wanted has come to an end HAS TO STOP. It’s has  been almost two years and I tried desparately to stay in the Photo industry. My fundraising efforts taught me how to network to high profile(corporate) executives, and being a sales representative does not cut it unless I can make a pay check and put as they say put food on the table. I tried to help a friend to got to Nasville and start a band, and was on a band wagon to try help some one win a talent show. It was a great experience and yet  I will never stop helping these people but now I have to face the reality tha I am disabled(Cereabral Palsy) and need to figure out a way to make enough money so my wife(who has Polio) can also stop working.
     This week end,I attended a Summit (with my wife) or call it a convention of over two thousand of our associates and wasable share our experiences on how life’s financial journey can be so challeging and difficult for most of us in this country. When you are young have a good job you don’t realize that the party can come to an end when you get older and even worst like me you get a PINK slip on News Years Eve can be so devastating.
      I wished someone would of told me that in my residing state I can pre-licensed in just one day, and be in an industry that enables me to be able to help myself and my family members, and as an added BONUS have my own buisness with (a beautiful buisness card),, become my own Boss, cannot be fired (Canned), and the Parent company I am associated with has over $480 Billions in assests and guest what it’s a multi-trillion dollar industry. What a company, they reward you with rings and trips all over the world and want to supportyou as a family.
Wow I have been paying my auto insurance for over forty years, and never has my agent ever offered me a chance to join their company. Many of the people I met at this summit makes over $500,000.00 a year and at first couldn’t even speak ENGLISH. We have engineers, lawyers, doctors, cab owners, and even an Elvis impersonator who realized our company can give us so many rewards.
      All my life I have have bee taking photos, selling cameras, meeting great photographers.
I never just stopped and look at my photo(life picture album). Pretty but no happy last page.
As I see myself taking more photos with my cell phone camera I see that the hardest part of my journey is to accept the fact it’s about time to help people with building their financial foundation, introduce them to how they can have a profession that rivals the incomes of many doctors and lawyers, and get an education that does not tqke twenty years to pay back,
     I guess you figured out what the decision I need, want, and have to make. Give me a call and  join me and together we can make a difference for those thousand’s of the potential PINK SLIPPERS who were once lost like me.
      Thanks
      Howard Silvers
      630-202-1979.