You2preneur: Twelve Nuts Torqued for Maximum Life Momentum

By Dee Vanad

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Through an irreverent, whimsical and always entertaining style of storytelling, You2Preneur takes us on a journey. This includes an introduction to a master revelation from a colorful and crusty circus mid-way barker. A professor appears who is all theatrical thespian with his tortured delivery of black-letter law. Angels descend from the heavens to intercede in much beyond matters of life and death, including the future of a weathered 1964 National electric guitar. Self-deprivation writhes and rises up to hunt down and harpoon a back-monkey. Open these pages to the immediate thrill of a maniacal toboggan ride, while midgets look on with pleasure. A glowing cigarette coal brings 40 years of alma mater banishment; but do not give into the temptation to judge a lifetime ban as a bad thing, necessarily.
Your curiosity, passion and driving desire to launch you as a brand is the engine that You2Prenuer was created to fuel. This is not a business-tips treatise, nor is it a self-help manual, because for concrete formulas the soul cares not. Human desires reside therein, and its the soul from where they boil forth.
All of lifes best was waiting for VANAD to claim it. Then launch from it.
You2.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477203392

Dee Vanad

WHAT IS A You2Preneur? "Besides merely attempting to read word for word from an area in the beginning of my book that does a really nice job of exactly defining the word itself . . . let me rather, allude to the book’s genesis. In February, 2011 – I was 60 pounds overweight and as a middle-aged Baby Boomer . . . things like distance walking and even getting around on a golf course, let alone jogging (which is something I love doing) . . . these things and more were becoming somewhat difficult and unpleasant. I had tried all kinds of weight reduction plans and diets in the past, always with very temporary and limited results. Once the minor glow of these limited results lost its sheen of newness – all the old weight and a few pounds more, inevitably came back. Then, as I say . . . in Feb., 2011 – I tried a health and wellness program called Isagenix. I can’t say enough about how great the products work, and how wonderful the company has been and is. In 3 and a half months, I had achieved my primary goal of losing 60 pounds safely and fast, and I was experiencing all of the fantastic health benefits that go along with educated and effective cleansing, detoxification and a rebuilding and replenishment of a person’s core, right down to the cellular level. My wife experienced similar results right along with me. With all of the marvel and joy that we experienced with things like quality of life and our health and physical appearance – something fantastical happened that was totally unplanned. Something I truly never expected. I was exposed via my taste of how life changing a direct marketing company like Isagenix can be for something as important as your health – to how darn great a financial opportunity multi-level marketing can be, especially when you align yourself with the right opportunity, company or companies, and of course . . . products. It’s through this last topic that I started to dig into Internet Direct Marketing. It was truly an eye-opener. There is a whole entire world of unbelievably creative and gifted rock-star quality entrepreneurs out there, and tons of information exists – free for the taking. My days of research and note-taking on reams of legal pads . . . turned into weeks and then months. I filled notebooks with information I was picking up and learning. Fascinating stuff. Eventually what I realized is that I had something very important to bring to this huge table. Because . . . what I found lacking in all of those seminars, webinars, internet sales letters and blogs . . . that were all doing such a good job with a myriad of specific topics related to social media, internet marketing and direct marketing – was akin to a NASCAR race car driver, starting a big race with loose wheel lugnuts. In other words – in both cases . . . a person finds themselves sitting smack dab in the middle of the best in advanced technology . . . with teams of very educated and highly trained individuals focused on you getting the prize - - - and I realized its all for naught ……… IF we attempt to launch ourselves into the big race without stopping first to make sure we have covered one very basic principle first. For all the time and money invested, we all but insure failure if we haven’t tightened up twelve essential lug nuts in our lives, so that we can move ahead with the winning speed, drive and energy that we all want to experience as maximum forward thrust! That’s exactly where You2Preneur’s subtitle comes from: TNT for MLM. This book is literally dynamite for MLMers (people involved with Multi-Level Marketing)! Better than that though . . . You2Preneur is really a book that speaks to a much wider group of people than the millions and millions of folks involved in and contemplating the launch of themselves and their very own home-based businesses right this very moment."

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You2Preneur©

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Twelve Nuts Torqued

for

Maximum Life Momentum

dee VANAD, esq.

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You2Preneur© is a work of historical fiction. Apart from mention of a celebrity or nationally known public figure and/or events and locales that figure into the narrative—all names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to current or past events and locales, or to living or deceased persons, is entirely coincidental. The author has no disdain for midgets, and in fact… loves short people.

© 2012 by dee VANAD. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 06/06/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-0338-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-0340-8 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-0339-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012908693

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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This book is printed on acid-free paper.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

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Contents

Foreword

Prologue

Preamble

You2Preneur©

My Baby, She Wrote Me A Letter

Break Dumb Rules

Share What You Know

This Is Your Show

Open Door Policy

The Thing That Loves You

Looking For Angels

No Flipping & Quid Pro Quo

The Case For

An Altered State

Remember It All

Jogged

Parting Thoughts

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"There’s a place for ‘loose’ . . .

and it ain’t lug nuts."

dee VANAD

Foreword

Courage to stand up and strike out on one’s own, beats from the heart of every entrepreneur. But the older we get and the longer a person has walked the path of a conventional career working for an employer—the less it seems that we are willing to take a chance on ourselves. Even for those fresh out of the gate, the gauntlet thrown down by all of the uncertainties and doubts that clothe a solo attempt can quickly stamp out the burning flame of self-branding and the much-desired resultant business launch.

You2Preneur© coins a brand new word into our lexicon, and welcomes entrepreneurial Internet surfers from around the globe. A driving desire to launch yourself as a national and international brand is the engine that You2Preneur© was created to fuel. Yet this book does such a delightful and entertaining job of storytelling, that the author has attracted readers from all age brackets and walks of life. Slink onto the back lot of a peanuts and dung-scented carnival circus to acquire life-shaping master-revelations from a mid-way barker. Prance, then scurry and duck through the bowels of a law school, where clandestine trading and bartering of a surreptitious torts outline became de rigueur at the hands of the world’s first You2Preneur©. Whether you end up flying with his angels or decide to plunge into the abyss of self-deprivation he lays forth, do not for a moment attempt to subjugate the author’s decades of experience cutting through the puppet strings that control the flammable worlds of business and industry; courtrooms and the law.

You2Preneur© is not a traditional business tips or self-help manual. Plenty of those tools and formulas are already at our fingertips. Rather, You2Preneur© is premised from the realization that successful outcomes for yourself will always require involving others. That fact alone ensures the necessity of dealing with the sometimes unexpected and always indeterminable permutations that people unfailingly will bring your way. Still, when we embrace another person and move on to a whole world filled with people to partner with, we stand to gain big-time… from a bold and exciting set of truths.

These truths include the fact that Nielson Net Ratings reports that currently 57% of Americans already belong to a social network. Is it any wonder then, that direct selling is a $110 billion dollar industry… and growing? Regardless of your background and with no change to your current schedule, it’s time for every You2Preneur© to address pressing needs. First and foremost, there can be no better time than now to start making your health a priority. Leading economist Paul Zane Pilzer wisely advises that health and wellness is the next trillion dollar industry.

Whether you know it yet or not—you are a You2Preneur©. You can wait for the good times to hopefully find you. Hang in there until the economy fixes itself, and hope or pray that healthcare solutions magically appear. Or you can take control now. There will never be a more perfect financial opportunity at a more perfect time. Don’t wait! The idea is to brand and launch yourself right this very moment.

You2Preneur© is the necessary start to your own individual brand launch. It is your new beginning. There is no retail store front. No boring advertising from a traditional company and formula. It’s time for you to be paid to grow the products and company in your own business. Extend your hand, introduce yourself as a You2Preneur©. Tell that person exactly what you’re about. Then tell them: You2.

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How come you guys aren’t taking it all the way up? I faced the hill and capped my question by jerking my thumb skyward.

I’d been hiking deep woods for the better part of an hour since parking my car. Pleasantly cold, today featured almost a foot of fresh snow down already. A continual heavy blanket cascaded. I came prepared. Every now and then, I spiced my impromptu nature walk with a short pull off my pocket flask. That in itself was a production involving the process of removing my glove and then molesting my layered clothing enough to locate and withdraw, uncork and sip, repack and glove-up again. Five ounces of rum stretched over the course of a whole afternoon for me, would barely provide a peach-fuzz buzz. No problem, though. The whole idea was that a sip every once in a while made me think for a moment that I felt a couple degrees warmer than I was. Fourteen eyes now scrutinized me from a handful of locations.

No way!, was the emphatic reply. The spokesman seemed to be the oldest one. He stood closest to the toboggan.

You guys don’t mind me giving it a shot? I was amused. Seven young men, none older than eleven or twelve, were scattered in front of me. Several drew in close enough to hear the conversation. Midgets. All of them dressed for bad weather and streaked with snowball shrapnel and ice crystals. My eyes directed our attention to the top of what would be a long steep climb.

Just a few minutes before, I’d broken through heavily wooded growth and pine forest timbers and decided to enter the glacial clearing to enjoy watching the fun. It was that, or slip away and continue my solitary frosty journey. At first, I just stood and observed. The boy inside was awake and I felt him grab my reins. A ravine cut through the middle of this place and a large natural ledge ran high up and along the length of the far side of this low flat. The snow kept coming like the dickens.

I was on college-class break. Earlier, this morning—I’d given up trying to call this buddy or that for a sledding hookup. Settling for a solo drive and enjoying that, sledding remained enough on my mind to draw me to the place we always favored for downhill speed and thrills. A Saturday snow cruise-around had matured into a spur-of-the-moment hiking decision. This was a spot I’d never seen before. The concordance of soundless severe weather and the natural beauty it painted was all that accompanied the sounds of my breathing. Until now. Maybe I would get a downhill run in today after all. Guided by my ears, the work to make my way toward the noise that started out as far-off drifty sort of breaking shouts and squeals, had paid off.

Nice one. I was drooling over the toboggan. It was a beauty with room for four or five seats for these prepubertal warriors.

The bunch of us were agaze at the top as we contemplated my announcement of a full hillside run. Their expressions told me they knew my question had been a mere formality. I was sure that for these guys, my implied promise of a climb clear past the mini mid-line

shelf they’d been launching from… my intention to produce a full toboggan monte… was like suddenly finding free front row tickets to a death-stunt performance.

Whose going with me? I really thought there might be a risk-taker or two in the group. Dead silence prevailed.

Admittedly, all the way up looked way higher than what could be guaranteed as safe for a ride that long and steep. Best if I went alone. It was a straight run, but a little too narrow through a heavily-sloped pine tree forest that from the top, would probably be three times as fast as these boys had been running. I would soon confirm that toboggans are fast as lightning on fresh snow, and they don’t control nearly as well as a sled with rudders and a steering arm.

Was it a couple ounces of rum talking? Was this raw, naked alcohol-fueled adventurism? Without the nips, would I have chosen to avoid getting involved and just smiled and continued to keep on taking in the wonderland-post-card beauty of a pack of kids having a blast in the middle of the forest?

My college photography class meant that quite often, I was packing a 35mm camera for opportunities like this. Not today. Maybe it was partly the freedom from the usual responsibility of carrying equipment, contemplating f-stops and focusing a lens. I was having fun, and… there was a small crowd to perform for, besides. You could feel a little sparkling element going on where in this case, middle-school-kids were not only transfixed by the unexpected appearance of a big kid with physical power and prowess. These guys definitely appreciated my bravado at taking what they were having a blast doing—to a whole new level. You could see that in those smiling faces.

Sizing it up, a ride launched from halfway up looked marvelous. Certainly, these junior speed demons were having a ton of fun. But, I was a grown dude. A man-kid has his personal pride to maintain. Besides… ‘grand’ and ‘wild’ needed to be hunted down like big game. The force of the present moment overcame me. Bottom line, I’ve always been puerile at heart, an addicted coaster fanatic… and I was an experienced and omnipotent snow sledder to boot.

A life-long abstraction with roller coasters was what fed my need to cold-weather chase the same caliber of thrills. In summertime the craze itself began at a tender age, the very first time I measured tall enough to ride a roller coaster they called the Jack Rabbit. Tagging along with my parents a couple times every summer, Idora Park was local and to a tyke it was like vacationing in paradise. Built by the Youngstown Park System and the Falls Street Railway Company, Idora began as Terminal Park in the spring of 1899, on the town’s Southside. After taking on the Rabbit a couple times, all I ever dreamed about was a ride on The Wild Cat. Both were ‘woodies’ but the Cat, constructed and finished in 1929, was a nationally-ranked amusement park ride. It was a three-minute plague to the mind and body, hailed by roller coaster connoisseurs across the country. When it burned beyond repair in 1984, it was still ranked among the top ten roller coasters in the world.

The Cat was pure muscle. Once your coaster (five linked double-row bench-seated rail cars) chain-clanked up the chain lift and over the crest that fed speed and centrifugal force to the rest of the ride, you’d better tighten your fists onto the grab bar. You were in for plenty of airtime and a good beating. This was the lumber and banked-steel-rail bullet coaster upon which I cut my teeth and earned my downhill pedigree. A Cat rider was weaned on a cocktail that combined neck-jarring speed, heavy G-forces that plastered the two or three people in your row into one spot, heart-pumping veneration and the dreaded feeling that you might be courting an intimate encounter with the grim reaper. The attraction’s name fit. Although a true wildcat carries the appearance of a large house pet, they are feral, menacing and extremely skittish. This striking similarity with a coaster that carried the same name, ran right alongside the complete solidarity shared by these two different species. They would both face the possibility of an eventual demise due to loss of habitat. Idora’s resident main attraction would lose that battle to a spark from a welder’s torch. Those of us so deliciously scarred by hundreds of Cat rides, forever have our aged and sacred moments of sonic trauma and blinding memories of unbounded hyena-laughs from the front seats clear through to the back ones, courtesy of—the Wild Cat.

As high school sophomores, winter meant that we’d put together a small crew of sledders. Sometimes it ballooned up to a dozen or fifteen or more. Tag-along girlfriends happened every now and then, too. Females made outings a lot more fun, but the focus the girls stole from the concentration demanded by the fast and tightly-wound downhill runs made the sledding even more dangerous than it already was.

We’d pile our sleds into the trunks of our winter-beater-schkutlas, because there wasn’t one of us had a pick-up truck. Exactly who discovered the hills we loved best, I really don’t think I ever knew. Thankfully, it wasn’t an immoderate drive to enjoy the frozen cliffs of risk and peril.

The best one, the king-daddy sled run of them all—was extremely fast and featured a ton of turns through tight tree-lined slopes. This thing was long, twisty and treacherous. Speed came immediately, and pretty quick into it you hit a natural ramp feature that spit you off a ledge and launched your sled into