R.L. Abramson Advisory Board

A Hero’s Final Hours

Final Hours: How a Great Hero Faced His Last Days - A Hidden Message from one of the Greatest Men Who Ever Lived

“…Allow me to live just a few years in the second half of the twentieth century, I will be happy.”

-The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Dear Friend,

When you hear this complete victory speech, not just the last 2 little dinky minutes everyone else watches, you hear a strong, steady voice. announcing victory.

It’s a message of courage from a man facing his executioner.

I believe any man who shows a tenth of the courage and tenacity this man showed to help his fellow man can always call himself a hero and hold his head up high.

As you read these words, you’re facing the final off switch.  All of us are. You have to assume any moment may be your final moment.  Nobody knows for sure.  That means…

…you’re already walking around with a gun to your head.

Guess what?  The safety’s off. I don’t make the rules. That’s how it is.

If you think nobody cares that you’re alive, try missing a few car payments.

Right now, you have a choice.  I can’t tell you what your choices will be in ten seconds.  But right now you do have that choice.  Right now, that choice is the only thing that matters.  Because it’s all you’ve got.  And really, it’s the only thing you’ve ever had.

Nobody can make you do that one great thing you were born to do.

But I’m guessing you haven’t done it and that’s why you’re sitting herereading this distracting bullshit.

So here’s your real choice.

Do one great, courageous, tenacious thing for someone else and you can die a hero at last.

Or not.  But after that you can do whatever you feel like. Because after that, your debt is paid.  You don’t owe anything anymore.

Which means that nobody can tell you what to do ever again.

Let me ask you something.  You want to go out like a whiny bitch?

“I don’t know what to do! What do I do?”

-Whiny Bitch

You got balls or not?  You know who doesn’t have any balls?  A pussy.  A whiny bitch.

So do the one great thing you were born to do.

After that, you can do whatever you want.

This little note?  My tiny act of tenacious courage.  Pretty simple, huh?  Maybe I’ll face a little heat for this, from some bleeding pussy who doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.

But you know it and I know it. This wasn’t written for some pussy. This is for you.  You’ll notice this says “Dear Friend.”  It’s addressed to you.

And come hell or high water, nobody better fuck with the risk of fine and imprisonment from tampering with a message delivered by our fine and noble United States Post Office.  

This is for your eyes only, my friend.

Why?

A man on the internet saved my life once.  I never told him.  Never thanked him.  I’ve been walking around with the same gun to my head as youever since that moment.

  It’s none of my business if this saves your fucked up life so you can go on suffering with all the rest of us smiling, desperate idiots.  Nobody can take that choice from you.

God didn’t give that choice to me, did He?  Oh, no.  The universe saw fit to bestow that priceless gemstone on you. If that choice were mine, oh the thing’s I’d do with it.  You have no idea, buddy.  But sadly, it ain’t mine.  Never was.  

All the power in the universe.  I wish I had it, but it seems He gave it to you instead.

Look, I don’t have your problems.  I have mine.  Your life and your choice belong to you.  Your problems, too.  

What the hell do I know? 

But I know this.  You’re here.  That means somebody gave birth to you.  Gave you the gift of life.  Gave you the choice.  Maybe even loved you for five seconds, if you’re lucky.  Somebody did something nice for you.  And somebody helped you get here.

You owe.

Once you pay your debt by doing one great thing, your slate is clean.  One way or the other, we all gotta pay.

One last thing. Then I’m done.

Maybe you noticed that I chose to talk to you.  There’s a reason I’m talking to you and not to the ones you leave behind.  You’re the only one Ican talk to.  

See, no matter what you choose, your suffering doesn’t end.  It just gets passed on to the people you care about most.  Hey, I don’t make the rules.

There’s not a damn thing anyone can ever say to them.  I’d just be wasting my breath like everybody else.  

Remember I said that before you turn off the lights.

Roger

P.S.  One great thing.

A Hero’s Final Hours

Final Hours: How a Great Hero Faced His Last Days - A Hidden Message from one of the Greatest Men Who Ever Lived

“…Allow me to live just a few years in the second half of the twentieth century, I will be happy.”

-The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Dear Friend,

When you hear this complete victory speech, not just the last 2 little dinky minutes everyone else watches, you hear a strong, steady voice. announcing victory.

It’s a message of courage from a man facing his executioner.

I believe any man who shows a tenth of the courage and tenacity this man showed to help his fellow man can always call himself a hero and hold his head up high.

As you read these words, you’re facing the final off switch.  All of us are. You have to assume any moment may be your final moment.  Nobody knows for sure.  That means…

…you’re already walking around with a gun to your head.

Guess what?  The safety’s off. I don’t make the rules. That’s how it is.

If you think nobody cares that you’re alive, try missing a few car payments.

Right now, you have a choice.  I can’t tell you what your choices will be in ten seconds.  But right now you do have that choice.  Right now, that choice is the only thing that matters.  Because it’s all you’ve got.  And really, it’s the only thing you’ve ever had.

Nobody can make you do that one great thing you were born to do.

But I’m guessing you haven’t done it and that’s why you’re sitting herereading this distracting bullshit.

So here’s your real choice.

Do one great, courageous, tenacious thing for someone else and you can die a hero at last.

Or not.  But after that you can do whatever you feel like. Because after that, your debt is paid.  You don’t owe anything anymore.

Which means that nobody can tell you what to do ever again.

Let me ask you something.  You want to go out like a whiny bitch?

“I don’t know what to do! What do I do?”

-Whiny Bitch

You got balls or not?  You know who doesn’t have any balls?  A pussy.  A whiny bitch.

So do the one great thing you were born to do.

After that, you can do whatever you want.

This little note?  My tiny act of tenacious courage.  Pretty simple, huh?  Maybe I’ll face a little heat for this, from some bleeding pussy who doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.

But you know it and I know it. This wasn’t written for some pussy. This is for you.  You’ll notice this says “Dear Friend.”  It’s addressed to you.

And come hell or high water, nobody better fuck with the risk of fine and imprisonment from tampering with a message delivered by our fine and noble United States Post Office.  

This is for your eyes only, my friend.

Why?

A man on the internet saved my life once.  I never told him.  Never thanked him.  I’ve been walking around with the same gun to my head as youever since that moment.

  It’s none of my business if this saves your fucked up life so you can go on suffering with all the rest of us smiling, desperate idiots.  Nobody can take that choice from you.

God didn’t give that choice to me, did He?  Oh, no.  The universe saw fit to bestow that priceless gemstone on you. If that choice were mine, oh the thing’s I’d do with it.  You have no idea, buddy.  But sadly, it ain’t mine.  Never was.  

All the power in the universe.  I wish I had it, but it seems He gave it to you instead.

Look, I don’t have your problems.  I have mine.  Your life and your choice belong to you.  Your problems, too.  

What the hell do I know? 

But I know this.  You’re here.  That means somebody gave birth to you.  Gave you the gift of life.  Gave you the choice.  Maybe even loved you for five seconds, if you’re lucky.  Somebody did something nice for you.  And somebody helped you get here.

You owe.

Once you pay your debt by doing one great thing, your slate is clean.  One way or the other, we all gotta pay.

One last thing. Then I’m done.

Maybe you noticed that I chose to talk to you.  There’s a reason I’m talking to you and not to the ones you leave behind.  You’re the only one Ican talk to.  

See, no matter what you choose, your suffering doesn’t end.  It just gets passed on to the people you care about most.  Hey, I don’t make the rules.

There’s not a damn thing anyone can ever say to them.  I’d just be wasting my breath like everybody else.  

Remember I said that before you turn off the lights.

Roger

P.S.  One great thing.

http://youtu.be/C2EnnclLMX4

What Does “Good Artists Borrow, Great Artists Steal” Mean?

“Good Artists Borrow, Great Artists Steal”

Is this an argument in favor of plagiarism?

This arrogant-sounding statement betrays perhaps the most humility Picasso ever demonstrated in his public life. It is a confession. The subtext of this statement made by one of the best-known pioneers of art betrays his real opinion of the originality of his work.

The general public will never have the same passion, expertise, and skill you have. They make decisions based on a gut reaction to your work.

To restate this quote, “Good art is the result of denying what you want to do and allowing yourself to be influenced by the outside world. Great art is the result of completely denying any ownership or direction of your art, and instead only do exactly what works.”

Being a clever student of art does not pay as well as being observant student of what art people already buy.

At least, this is the interpretation one marketer has made.

What’s a “back end” now? Back end definition.

What’s a “back end” now? Back end definition.

Definition: Back-end  n. Back end is where you wildly increase your per-lead productivity.

How do you outspend the other guy on your ads? Become obscenely profitable: Back end marketing increases your “lifetime value” metric.

For example: Keep a client in your Rolodex instead of throwing him out.  When something comes up that he’d love to buy from you, you got his number.

Super easy, super cheap but almost nobody does it.  I don’t care who you are.  You Gotta build that list. Capiche?

Sweet. 

My compadre, you don’t have to be a sophisticated internet marketer to make this work.  Frankly, internet marketing is not all that wildly profitable …not like you think it is, anyway.  But it’s been mastered by people with easy access to information.  And boy, they use it.  Why?

They desperately want to work from home in their boxer shorts so they don’t have to deal with a boss, don’t have to work with people… ever again.  They’re sick of getting flack from their boss, from the guy on the other end of the phone, and from an endless stream of demeaning inter-office memos.  It’s enough to make me wish I had a shotgun to erase my brains. 

Some days in that cubicle I’d rather swallow sweet double-barrel release than ever get on that damn cubicle phone again.

Let’s just say they’re highly motivated to make this work out because the alternative is cubicle hell.  When you’re breaking your back shoveling horse crap on a farm, a cubicle might seem like a nice change of pace.  But anybody who’s sat in that cattle pen being fattened up for the slaughter has sat there watched their dreams die.

So they kinda want a way out.  No matter what it takes!  They figured out what you didn’t:  What every business should be doing. What you should be doing:

And that’s maximizing your profits.

The battle cry “it’s all in the list!” is like a road sign that points you to the holy grail.  You don’t gotta picture me standing atop that ridge, hair blowing in the breeze, sun glinting off my armor, holding out an outstretched, well-muscled arm toward the paradise just over this hill …except that’s kinda what’s happening.  [Cut me some slack.  There’s no cure for narcissism.]

“This way, men!”

So anyway that’s kinda what I’m actually doing here:

Because gentlemen, we’ve been trudging through the mud while our competitors in every industry roll past us in their Rolls Royce.

The way toward freedom is called “back end marketing.”  To a list, usually.

A List, what?? 

Yup.  Instead of crossing your fingers hoping your clients, patients, and customers will EVER come back to see you again, all you gotta do is make one simple change.  Like taking candy from a baby. 

Just before that sugar-daddy customer rides off into the sunset, taking your profits with them forever, never to be seen again, you’re gonna grab a sheet of paper or a computer screen or any human invention that records information.  A business-card is perfect.  A pen will do. 

But let’s say they hadn’t invented a pencil. 

If it meant you had to learn how to go out with a chainsaw and cut down a tree to make a pencil it would be worth the effort, my friend.  Hey, it’s notmy profits walking out your front friggin door, pal.

Because you’re letting a whole heap of future business walk out the door if you’re too slow to grab their contact info with both hands and…

HOLD ON FOR DEAR LIFE!

Do you think they’re going to think of you… remember you… come knocking on your door every time they need you?  Oh, hell no.  They aren’t exactly braiding your hair and remembering your birthday right now, are they princess? 

No. 

Whazzat? I can’t hear ya.

Hell no!

Damn right.  No.  They happened to pull in to your parking lot the first time out of sheer convenience.  Or because you got lucky.  Or because you dropped big bucks on your sign.  Your location.  A newspaper ad.  They saw your ratty old rusty sign or your yellow pages ad you forked out thousands of dollars for.

If you paid a thousand dollars and only got ten customers, then each customer cost you a hundred bucks.  It sure must be nice being that kind of rich, but I’m not.  And I’m betting you’re not.  And this is WHY you’re not:

If you break it down, it might have cost you five dollars, fifty dollars, or five hundred dollars PER buyer.  Maybe more.

That’s why you need your back end, brother.  That’s why.

If you gotta ask, beg, offer a bag of doggie treats… it’s gonna be cheaper to keep this one than dropping $60 bucks of advertising to ever get another customer like that one. 

Not that I’m even asking you to beg.  I’m just begging you to ask.

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

Did you ever wonder what that means?  It means the customer in your store is worth more than crossing your fingers and making the finest, prettiest wish that they’ll come back to you one pretty day.  With sugar on top. 

Reality check.

See how they whipped out that wallet full of money?  Yeah.  Let’s rewind that back.  In slow motion this time.  Put a spotlight on that action.  Let’s watch that athlete in motion. A sight to behold, like watching Babe Ruth aiming that solid wooden baseball bat at the cheap seats.

Just look at that wallet leather flopping around.  Fingers diggin in for your money.  It’s like watching Bruce Lee.  One beautiful, smooth, single motion.  There’s stacks of cash in there.  And when that stack dwindles, he’s gonna just drive through the ATM next month and fill it right back up. 

And you know what?  If you ever see that beautiful wallet… I mean customer!  Customer.  If you ever see that customer again, you’ll get to watch that wallet in slow motion again.  Maybe five or ten or fifty more times.  Who knows?

Rewind it again so you can get this point.  You see the practiced way they whip out that pretty leather wallet?

They do that a lot.  They’re just spending it with everybody else.  Everybody except you.  And there’s a hundred other customers doing the same thing.  Those poor bastards might even end up whipping out your money at your competitor’s shop.  And you happen to know for a fact (through the grapevine) they’re getting bent over and screwed on a regular basis over there. 

But you’re the one letting it happen.

Unless!  Unless you do something about it.

Because you and I know your service is much better.  Way better.  You go the extra mile to take care of those folks.  You smile and make sure the front desk people smile. Make sure people get value for their money. 

Hell you’ve even been to church a few times.  Not like that scum sucker across town does them.  If it was up to him, he’d gleefully turn your church into some condos.

If you really believe your service is better, you have a moral obligation to do your level best to help as many customers as you can.  But the way you’re running things now, you can’t afford more advertising.  To make that happen.

That’s where I come in.  No, no.  Put away your money.  This one’s on the house.

If you knew your customers were coming back… maybe not every time, but a little more often than they do now.  Maybe just ten percent more often, then you could afford to spend ten percent more on little more on your ads. 

How about that?  Ten percent is all it takes.  You don’t even have to be very good at getting people to come back.  You just have to figure out a way that it happens sometimes.

Now they’re bringing in some good and cheap “repeat business.”  What do you know?

And given enough time, that turns out to be an upward spiral of growth. 

In fact, that’s how the fastest-growing companies in the county …in the state… in the country … how they operate.  From the 12th fastest growing business in my state to Inc. Magazine’s 59th fastest growing company in the country…

Do you think they’re not letting profits walk out their door?  Do you think they’re letting their customers down that way?  How about the internet marketer escaping from Cubicle Nation.  Do you think he’s gonna let his little virtual customers down just because that Google Ad is too expensive?  Hell, no.

Being a cubicle slave is too expensive.  Letting your competition bulldoze down your childhood church is too expensive. Letting your competitor get his slimy, dirty hands on your own customers shoulders is too expensive.

But a little know-how and will fix you up.  That’s why I learned from the best.  You know, those hotshot internet marketers who made it big while Google advertisment costs skyrocketed as high as fifty dollars a click in some markets. Then after spending millions with Google, they pulled the plug a lot of those businesses and jacked up the prices even higher.

But our little cubicle nerd hero succeeded anyway.  He adapted.  And they figured out something for you.  For all of us, if we’ll only listen.

What’s more, these type of fast-growing entrepreneurs really care about their customers …enough to optimize their operation.  They know why God put them on the earth.  They give a damn.

It turns out optimizing your business is actually kind of fun when you do it right.

And if you want to grow like they do, you need a way of getting in touch with your own customers in the future.

Part Double Duece - How to Get Them Back

Once you grab their info what do you do with it?  And what’s this “lifetime value?” stuff.  What’s a metric.  Shouldn’t my accountant be doing this kind of stuff? 

Well to me it’s all completely obvious.  And easy.  But so was “back end marketing.”  And trust me, if you don’t know how, you’re gonna need to know.  I don’t care who you are.

Joe Girard, the World Record Holder best car salesman in the world suggested you contact them at least 10 times a year. Gary Halbert suggests you send them a letter.  Frank Kern would send them an email.  Dan Kennedy might send them a fax.  Chet Holmes would send them a greeting card with an invitation inside.  Heck, if a customer was worth anything to me, I’d send them a bag of cookies or drive a limo up to their house.  Whatever it takes.

And it doesn’t take much.

But that’s a story for another time.

Adios, compadre!

Roger Abramson

P.S. My pleasure to serve.

P.P.S. I call this the “60 Second Rule” because Gary Halbert said he could use it to double the profitability of nearly any business in 60 seconds.

Free email tracking. Now you can start testing your email newsletter.

Do people read your emails? How do you know? If you’d like to know for sure if people read and interact with information you share, then you need tracking.

With Bitly and SpyPig, you’ll know if people read your emails, or if your subject lines are a major turn-off.

Here’s the video: http://bit.ly/JJbZwz

For a free software, it’s pretty good. Spypig only tracks up to 5 email opens, but that’s good enough for “bomb proof” testing a subject line on 20 to 50 people before blasting it out to your list. In other words, you can be a little more sure a subject line won’t bomb.

I met somebody who’d made the switch from a paper newsletter to an email newsletter, but he wasn’t tracking it to see what was working. Personally, I’d rather know if I’m spending time on something that’s worth a dollar an hour or $1500 dollars an hour so I can focus my efforts. Only response tracking can tell you that.

Good news… is it’s fast and easy. I set aside part of my day to make sure, if you’re an internet marketing newbie, you have a way to test what you’re sending out, you can avoid embarrassment. Hitting that send button to the guinea pigs first, the open it up to a broader audience after that. 

Hey, I used to be shy, too. Now you can hit up your list with nice, helpful offers with a little more confidence. 

You’ll know if your subject line’s good. 
You’ll know if your email message is converting, 
And you’ll be able to match it up against your blog stats, if you’re sending people to your blog.

And don’t forget to use Google Analytics on your website, to make sure your site converts, too.

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