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The Meaning Of Freedom Is Not The Same For Everyone
We all are looking for Freedom. But what does it really mean. To a child in Iraq or Afganistan it may mean to be allowed to play with other, for some it means food on the table. But for most it means to live a dream and reach for something we do not have. I made a decision to have Freedom, without that decision I would not have the lifestyle I am enjoying now. What decision are you going to make? How does your Freedom look like?
As I grew up in the heart of Europe, in communist Czechoslovakia I was not one of the privileged. Many things we take for granted here in North America. Back there traveling and “good” education was only for some - members of the communist party. But no one could stop me from dreaming.
Today I live in Canada, here I found Freedom. Freedom of speech, democracy, but most of all a freedom of choice. Unfortunately I was spending too much time out of my home. I had to have nannies who were raising my children. I barely saw my husband due to his crazy shift work and my demanding time schedule. Where did the freedom go? Or was this the freedom I dreamed of?
I knew there had to be a better way… there had to be way to have life and spend time with my family and still earn multiple 6 figure income. So, I went out on the Internet and found an opportunity that changed my life. I found a home business with turn key, low start-up cost. Internet based business, which I could start right away. There would be no bankers to deal with or partners to consult. I received the information and the decision was clear. I found my vehicle to freedom, the one I dreamed of as a child.
Then shortly after getting involved in this industry a friend of mine shared an article with me. This article just blew me away, because it clearly described the life I used to live. So, I decided to share it with you today. Have fun and remember there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
In the United States of America, Canada and through-out the world lies a large industrial city which is the site of one of the world’s largest slave labor camps. Located in and around the center of this city are community settlements where the slaves live. Each morning the slaves move herd-like from their quarters into the slave labor camps. Each one is at his or her station by 7:30 AM. Here they report to their master for the day’s duties. And here they remain chained until 5:00 PM when they’re released to go home. The slaves have no choice as to how many hours they must labour. Sometimes they are required to work overtime until their master tells them they may leave and go home. Each year the slaves are told when to take their vacations, for how long, and when they must return. They have little choice as to how much money they earn as they are paid not what they are worth, but what the job is worth. They are allowed very little time for lunch and coffee breaks during the labour hours. The slaves will remain in their chains in great fear because the master can punish them with the “firing” or “layoff” whip. Many know that the whip was used even on some of the older slaves who have been good and faithful. Day by day, year-by-year, the slaves toil and grow older until the master decides it is time to release them to the retirement camps where they’re forced to sit idle and wait for death. “Stop-their-pension” whip is often used on those old-slaves who try to keep working, that is well known fact. Once I was slave, so I know that these slave camps exist. But now I am a free man who lives among the slaves. The reason I am free is because I am in business for myself. Yes, I am truly free. I arise in the morning at the hour called for by my schedule. I decide my own hours. I can even sleep in late while the slaves are at work. I can vacation when, where, and for how long I please. I’m free to take my coffee break and lunch when I decide. And of course, I can decide my own pay check because I am not a slave. I can choose to work when and where I please and with whom I please. I’m free to stay in the city for as long as I want, or to move on to greener pastures if I decide to. I’ve seen many slaves sadly pack their belongings to leave their city in search of a new master, but it is always the same. There is, however, a ray of hope for the slave. He or she can buy their own freedom.
The cost is not high, yet it seems high to those who do not have the courage to pay the price. What is the price? One must be willing to be one’s own master! Live Your Dream and reach for your Goals. I made a decision to have Freedom, without the decision I would not have the lifestyle I am enjoying now. What decision are you going to make?