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“Even small accomplishments done consistently, can lead to great success.”

 

- Dorothea Brande

“To guarantee success, act as
if it were impossible to fail.”

If you search the internet for Blastoff Network information you will see what is being said about Blastoff Networks relating to News, Scam, Pyramid Scheme, MLM, Social Networking, Partnership with Pre-Paid Legal (PPL), Online Shopping, what People think about Blastoff, etc… One recurring theme that I’ve seen is confusion relating to the equation used to figure out how much money you, me and Blastoff make on every Mall Purchase.

This very question was asked on the “Get Satisfaction” Community Forum, of Doug Gray, CTO of Blastoff. Doug recently responded to a post that asked how they, Blastoff, came up with the ‘3’ in the Mall Purchase equation. This was his answer:

“A Member makes a purchase in the Mall. The Merchant from whom the purchase is made sends a pre-negotiated lump sum of cash to Blastoff, based on the size of the purchase, net of any discounts or special offers. Blastoff sets aside 60% of the cash received from the Merchant for the Member who made the actual purchase. 20% of the cash is set aside for the purchaser’s upline Members that invited them to join Blastoff, which is maximally 10 levels for non-PPL Members, and 20 levels for PPL Members. Blastoff keeps 20% of the cash to cover the costs of operating the Blastoff Network.

You can fill in some numbers to create a more concrete example, but the above structure is as simple and straightforward as I can make the explanation of rewards and their apportionment across the Blastoff Network.

I hope that this explanation helps to clarify rather than confuse the matter.”

I have seen some post in the forums and on other blog sites stating that Blastoff probably makes more money than everyone in the network and how ‘unfair’ this is. To be completely honest, Blastoff should make more. They brought their concept to the marketplace, have a staff to pay, a company to run, advertising to pay for, compliance issues to deal with, etc. This is a business, not a charity. As it is, there is no cost to Join so what is the problem if they make money?

Does Doug’s explanation make sense to you? It does to me…Let me know if you still have questions.

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In the past few years I have struggled to make my life make any sense at all.  You see, I grew up in a good Christian family and my mom always strongly encouraged us to go to church and learn about Jesus and how I was supposed to let him rule my life and I was supposed to follow Him.  Well as a kid this simply did not make sense to me at all.  Sure I went to church and accepted the Lord to be my savior, but the rule my life part of it, well I was not quite ready for that.  I thought, I want to experience it all before I allow Him to rule my life.  I was a boy in a house of three sisters and I craved adventure and always wanted to wrestle and dig in the dirt.  I wanted to make forts and shoot guns, but although I desired all these things I had to do most of them on my own.  If I wrestled with my sisters, I got in trouble, when I dug in the dirt and shot my B-B gun, none of my sisters wanted to play with me.  My dad was not in to hunting or sports and he was always at work, so even spending time with him was not something I could do very often.  Because of all this I decided to take a different approach to life, I would try to be perfect so everyone would like me.  I am pretty observant, so it was not hard to appear to be perfect to the person I was with at the moment.

 

I became the kid who all the parents loved and wished their kid would be like.  I thought that if I could be perfect in the eyes of all those around me that I would be somebody that everybody liked and wanted to be around.  Maybe even one of the hot girls at school would like me because she saw how perfect I was.   Well, although I became a real good kid and eventually one of the girls at school did notice me and became my girlfriend, most of my younger years were filled with people who liked me, but only as a friend at a distance.  

 

I was a small child and lucky for me, my best friend and neighbor, was a big child.  I thank God for allowing my best friend to be one of the biggest kids in my grade level because he protected me from many of the bullies in the school and saved me from a lot of trouble!  He and a few other neighbor boys were the only ones who really knew me in my adolescent years, as I figured out who I was to be.  In time, I grew and began to be more adventurous, building confidence in who I was.   Most of which occurred on my own or with my friends on the mountain in front of my house.  I learned all sorts of things on that mountain but the most important thing I learned is that life can be a lot of fun! 

 

I have not told this story to many people, but it is time to let the stories of my past be told.  On that mountain, which my friends and I referred to as “Flat Toad,” I learned about nature and motorcycles and friendship.  One of my neighbors had a Honda 80 motorcycle and we explored the whole mountain with that motorcycle.  Riding that motorcycle was like being free from all the worries of my life.  I loved it!  I loved having the wind flowing around me and the feeling of the speed and the control.  I really enjoyed being in control and going wherever I wanted to go.  My friend and I would dare each other to do crazy things on the motorcycle and timed ourselves from the top of the mountain to the bottom.   We went almost everywhere on the mountain together and had a ton of fun doing it.  Speaking about the mountain, I should probably explain why we called it “Flat Toad.” You see the top of the mountain had been flattened to build a house there, but for some reason it never got built.  The only thing on the top of the mountain a six-foot bump in the middle with one tree on it, therefore we thought of the bump as a wart on a huge toad. 

 

We both were really good riders, but with any mountain there are dangers if you are not careful.  One day we were riding down a strait-a-way and I went real fast.  My friend liked it so much he challenged me to see who could go faster by ourselves on the straight a way.  The straight a way’s road was a bit sandy on a hard clay surface and at the end of the straight a way was a 90-degree corner.  If you do not make the corner you will go over a cliff that drops about 100 ft into a ravine.  Well I took the challenge and both of us took a few practice runs before we timed the real thing.  He went first and said he went 40 MPH, his time was 25 seconds.   I was up, I new I needed to go faster than 40 MPH to beat his time and I set off.  After pealing out to start I accelerated quickly.  I passed 30 MPH, then at the middle I was just passed 40 MPH and still accelerating to reach 45 at the ¾’s point where I pushed it a bit more then started to slow down to make the corner that was approaching very quickly.  At this point I knew I beat my friends time but I also knew I was going to fast to make the corner.  I hit the back tire brakes and I was skidding but not slowing down enough to make the corner so I applied the front brakes and shifted my weight to try to make the corner.   I was about ten feet from the edge of the cliff now and my tires slipped out from under me as I slid sideways to what I thought was going to be my death.  I did all I could to slow down and it must have helped because I finally stopped with one leg hanging off the cliff and the back end of the motorcycle hanging over the edge.  By this time my friend was running to help me and between the both of us we were able to pull the bike back onto the road.   I learned that day that my life could be over at any moment and that I should be more careful.  My friend wouldn’t stop talking about how cool I was and I think the whole neighborhood new about the race and how flawlessly I rode the motorcycle.   Every time I herd the story repeated I was proud, but inside I remembered the fear I had when I though my life was over at 8 years old.

 

Now, I look back on all the crazy things I did as a kid on that motorcycle and in other situations and what I remember is the fun I had with my friends.  Recently I read a book by John Eldredge, titled “Wild at Heart,” which is a must read for any man.  This book helped me to realize that life is only as special as I make it.  I learned that no matter the hurts I went through in my past, I simply need to forgive those who hurt me and decide to live my life to the fullest.  If I hang on to the failures of others that have hurt me it will only make me miserable.  The book helped me to realize that in a culture that is putting men down for being men and witch seems to be influenced by the feminist movement, I am still a man and I am striving to find my masculine heart, the secrets of my soul and the wildness men were created to offer.  Hear me roar as I continue to tell the story of my life and how Jesus Christ has changed me from trying to be perfect for each person I encountered to being real and addicted to my life. 

In the past few years I have struggled to make my life make any sense at all.  You see, I grew up in a good Christian family and my mom always strongly encouraged us to go to church and learn about Jesus and how I was supposed to let him rule my life and I was supposed to follow Him.  Well as a kid this simply did not make sense to me at all.  Sure I went to church and accepted the Lord to be my savior, but the rule my life part of it, well I was not quite ready for that.  I thought, I want to experience it all before I allow Him to rule my life.  I was a boy in a house of three sisters and I craved adventure and always wanted to wrestle and dig in the dirt.  I wanted to make forts and shoot guns, but although I desired all these things I had to do most of them on my own.  If I wrestled with my sisters, I got in trouble, when I dug in the dirt and shot my B-B gun, none of my sisters wanted to play with me.  My dad was not in to hunting or sports and he was always at work, so even spending time with him was not something I could do very often.  Because of all this I decided to take a different approach to life, I would try to be perfect so everyone would like me.  I am pretty observant, so it was not hard to appear to be perfect to the person I was with at the moment.

 

I became the kid who all the parents loved and wished their kid would be like.  I thought that if I could be perfect in the eyes of all those around me that I would be somebody that everybody liked and wanted to be around.  Maybe even one of the hot girls at school would like me because she saw how perfect I was.   Well, although I became a real good kid and eventually one of the girls at school did notice me and became my girlfriend, most of my younger years were filled with people who liked me, but only as a friend at a distance.  

 

I was a small child and lucky for me, my best friend and neighbor, was a big child.  I thank God for allowing my best friend to be one of the biggest kids in my grade level because he protected me from many of the bullies in the school and saved me from a lot of trouble!  He and a few other neighbor boys were the only ones who really knew me in my adolescent years, as I figured out who I was to be.  In time, I grew and began to be more adventurous, building confidence in who I was.   Most of which occurred on my own or with my friends on the mountain in front of my house.  I learned all sorts of things on that mountain but the most important thing I learned is that life can be a lot of fun! 

 

I have not told this story to many people, but it is time to let the stories of my past be told.  On that mountain, which my friends and I referred to as “Flat Toad,” I learned about nature and motorcycles and friendship.  One of my neighbors had a Honda 80 motorcycle and we explored the whole mountain with that motorcycle.  Riding that motorcycle was like being free from all the worries of my life.  I loved it!  I loved having the wind flowing around me and the feeling of the speed and the control.  I really enjoyed being in control and going wherever I wanted to go.  My friend and I would dare each other to do crazy things on the motorcycle and timed ourselves from the top of the mountain to the bottom.   We went almost everywhere on the mountain together and had a ton of fun doing it.  Speaking about the mountain, I should probably explain why we called it “Flat Toad.” You see the top of the mountain had been flattened to build a house there, but for some reason it never got built.  The only thing on the top of the mountain a six-foot bump in the middle with one tree on it, therefore we thought of the bump as a wart on a huge toad. 

 

We both were really good riders, but with any mountain there are dangers if you are not careful.  One day we were riding down a strait-a-way and I went real fast.  My friend liked it so much he challenged me to see who could go faster by ourselves on the straight a way.  The straight a way’s road was a bit sandy on a hard clay surface and at the end of the straight a way was a 90-degree corner.  If you do not make the corner you will go over a cliff that drops about 100 ft into a ravine.  Well I took the challenge and both of us took a few practice runs before we timed the real thing.  He went first and said he went 40 MPH, his time was 25 seconds.   I was up, I new I needed to go faster than 40 MPH to beat his time and I set off.  After pealing out to start I accelerated quickly.  I passed 30 MPH, then at the middle I was just passed 40 MPH and still accelerating to reach 45 at the ¾’s point where I pushed it a bit more then started to slow down to make the corner that was approaching very quickly.  At this point I knew I beat my friends time but I also knew I was going to fast to make the corner.  I hit the back tire brakes and I was skidding but not slowing down enough to make the corner so I applied the front brakes and shifted my weight to try to make the corner.   I was about ten feet from the edge of the cliff now and my tires slipped out from under me as I slid sideways to what I thought was going to be my death.  I did all I could to slow down and it must have helped because I finally stopped with one leg hanging off the cliff and the back end of the motorcycle hanging over the edge.  By this time my friend was running to help me and between the both of us we were able to pull the bike back onto the road.   I learned that day that my life could be over at any moment and that I should be more careful.  My friend wouldn’t stop talking about how cool I was and I think the whole neighborhood new about the race and how flawlessly I rode the motorcycle.   Every time I herd the story repeated I was proud, but inside I remembered the fear I had when I though my life was over at 8 years old.

 

Now, I look back on all the crazy things I did as a kid on that motorcycle and in other situations and what I remember is the fun I had with my friends.  Recently I read a book by John Eldredge, titled “Wild at Heart,” which is a must read for any man.  This book helped me to realize that life is only as special as I make it.  I learned that no matter the hurts I went through in my past, I simply need to forgive those who hurt me and decide to live my life to the fullest.  If I hang on to the failures of others that have hurt me it will only make me miserable.  The book helped me to realize that in a culture that is putting men down for being men and witch seems to be influenced by the feminist movement, I am still a man and I am striving to find my masculine heart, the secrets of my soul and the wildness men were created to offer.Hear me roar as I continue to tell the story of my life and how Jesus Christ has changed me from trying to be perfect for each person I encountered to being real and addicted to my life.

This blog is dedicated to telling the story of my life and the impact that my friend, Jesus Christ has made in my life and many others.  I can only hope, that by telling my story others will find hope through the struggles that they face in their lives.

 In the coming weeks and months I will expand on the stories of my life.  I will share many articles and stories that will revel who Jesus Christ is and how much my Jesus means tome and so many other people.