Remember? 10 years is LIKE yesterday for me!!
Dr. Dinar: Woo Hoo, Fed Ex Is Here!
I'll never forget that day. The day my very first 'batch' arrived and luckily for me, it arrived just in the nick of time. Now, why do I say just in time?
Because the RV was just about to happen. Only a couple more hours maybe, at the most a couple more days but one thing's for sure, this RV was about to go down.
Yes, it was about to 'pop' and luckily for me I was able to squeeze in and grab a seat on the Crazy Train at the last possible second.
And as I sit here now, in the very same position I was in all those years ago, I can't help but wonder what could have possibly happened to that 'deadline'. That two week'window' that I was so blessed with being able to squeeze in to.
I'll never forget that day. The day my very first 'batch' arrived and luckily for me, it arrived just in the nick of time. Now, why do I say just in time?
Because the RV was just about to happen. Only a couple more hours maybe, at the most a couple more days but one thing's for sure, this RV was about to go down.
Yes, it was about to 'pop' and luckily for me I was able to squeeze in and grab a seat on the Crazy Train at the last possible second.
And as I sit here now, in the very same position I was in all those years ago, I can't help but wonder what could have possibly happened to that 'deadline'. That two week'window' that I was so blessed with being able to squeeze in to.
Apparently it has gone the same direction as all the other 'windows', all of the 'sooner than laters', all of the ASN's that have come and gone over the many years since then. Right out the back screen door, just another glitch from the past.
Yet, thinking back, I still hold on to that excitement, that thrill, that knowing that it was finally my time to shine. That things were finally gonna turn around for me.
All of this was taking place just about the same time that the Real Estate market first began to crumble.
As I watched the values of everything around me literally fall from the sky, right over the cliff and crash on to the jagged rocks below, all seemingly overnight no less, I knew I was only a couple weeks away from saving myself.
If I could somehow manage to hang on a little longer, I'd be able to save my family, my home, my job, my car, pretty much everything I owned and all the rest of the stuff that I merely 'owned' on paper.
But that wasn't to be. As the days, weeks, months and years continued to tick by, I continued to lose one thing after another.
One by one my world began to crumble and there wasn't much I could do about it. I had risked it all on the real estate market and yes, I lost. Big time.
As I look back on it now, perhaps if I had swallowed my pride a bit earlier, accepted a few lowball offers here or there and 'sold out' a bit sooner, there's a chance I might not have this exceptionally horrible credit rating, not to mention I might not be quite as hugely in debt as I am now.
But all of that is as they say, water under the bridge. There's no going back, it is what it is. What's done is done.
The crazy part is that at that time I promised myself that I would never take another risk, never gamble on anything ever again. No way, not gonna do it.
Thankfully, this long time risk taker had learned his lesson, had taken his last risk. Then suddenly, as if on a zephyr out of nowhere, I heard about the Iraqi Dinar and all of its 'too good to be true' possibilities. To say that this dinar 'thing' piqued my interest is a complete understatement.
What if it was true? What if it WAS real? And if it was indeed the real deal and I didn't take a chance on it, would that regret haunt me more than the loss of the money itself? Round an' 'round, my head was spinning.
Immediately I was faced with a huge dilemma. Do I take every last nickle I have and spend it on a get rich quick scheme? A pie in the sky, too good to be true, gotta be a scam (and no question about it, according to everything I could find on the internet it was without a doubt a scam), hair brained scheme like the supposed revalue of the Iraqi Dinar?
Not to mention I only had mere seconds to decide, a very small window, a make or break, now or never opportunity to change my future. I had to make up my mind and pretty darn quick, otherwise I was going to miss my one and only opportunity to save my life.
Rationalizing, to myself anyway, that I was going to be throwing that money away on bills and 'stuff' anyway, basic survival for a short time, what did I have to lose.
I mean, at most it was only going to be a couple short weeks before the RV happened and then I'd be set. For life. Surely I could hang on that long. Then I'd be able to pay all my bills and relax. So I jumped online, ordered my first million IQD and began to dream.
What if it came in at $.05? With that I could pay off some bills, find a place to rent and begin to rebuild my life. Sure sounds good so far.
Then I decided to get risky and began to dream of a $.10 RV. Ahhhhh, now THAT'S more like it. I could really get back on my feet with that kinda ROI.
I'll never forget the day I really began to 'Dream Big' and allowed my mind to drift all the way up to $.30. Can you say Gamechanger? Wow, that would allow me to totally start my life over again.
As the weeks and months began to fly (ok, drag) by and still no RV, I began to spend more time on in depth research and the more I learned about Iraq, how it got to where it was as a country as well as its potential, the more excited I became.
Sure, I was worried that 'it' hadn't happened yet but at the same time, I was also becoming more aware of Iraqs true potential and how, if everything went according to'plan', my $.30 dreams deserved another zero added on to the far right side as well as a movement of the decimal point to the right.
That's when I really began to get excited. And that's also when I first started to really dig deep and began to build my foundation. My base for everything I was to believe going forward. It's that 'foundation' that I began to build all those years ago that has kept me in the game all this time.
Because I know deep down that it's not an 'if' but merely a matter of 'when'. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the RV is gonna happen. It's just the 'when' that is the only remaining unknown.
Sure, I'm human and I have those mornings when I wake up with huge disappointment over another hopium filled week ending in another stomach churning weekend but at the end of the day it's my foundation (as well as the knowledge I've gleaned from others I've 'met' along the way) that I return to time and again, helping me to remain in the game when I need it most.
So with all that being said, if I can make a suggestion to everybody in Dinarland, just hang in there a bit longer. Will it be this week? Who knows. Maybe next week, maybe next month? Maybe even next year? Yikes!
Again, that's anybodys best guess. But one thing's for certain, it's gonna happen. As sure as the Fed Ex trucks brakes are gonna squeal and the horn is gonna honk every time he pulls up out front of my house with each new batch of dinar he delivers.
Still Dreamin' Of An RV
Yet, thinking back, I still hold on to that excitement, that thrill, that knowing that it was finally my time to shine. That things were finally gonna turn around for me.
All of this was taking place just about the same time that the Real Estate market first began to crumble.
As I watched the values of everything around me literally fall from the sky, right over the cliff and crash on to the jagged rocks below, all seemingly overnight no less, I knew I was only a couple weeks away from saving myself.
If I could somehow manage to hang on a little longer, I'd be able to save my family, my home, my job, my car, pretty much everything I owned and all the rest of the stuff that I merely 'owned' on paper.
But that wasn't to be. As the days, weeks, months and years continued to tick by, I continued to lose one thing after another.
One by one my world began to crumble and there wasn't much I could do about it. I had risked it all on the real estate market and yes, I lost. Big time.
As I look back on it now, perhaps if I had swallowed my pride a bit earlier, accepted a few lowball offers here or there and 'sold out' a bit sooner, there's a chance I might not have this exceptionally horrible credit rating, not to mention I might not be quite as hugely in debt as I am now.
But all of that is as they say, water under the bridge. There's no going back, it is what it is. What's done is done.
The crazy part is that at that time I promised myself that I would never take another risk, never gamble on anything ever again. No way, not gonna do it.
Thankfully, this long time risk taker had learned his lesson, had taken his last risk. Then suddenly, as if on a zephyr out of nowhere, I heard about the Iraqi Dinar and all of its 'too good to be true' possibilities. To say that this dinar 'thing' piqued my interest is a complete understatement.
What if it was true? What if it WAS real? And if it was indeed the real deal and I didn't take a chance on it, would that regret haunt me more than the loss of the money itself? Round an' 'round, my head was spinning.
Immediately I was faced with a huge dilemma. Do I take every last nickle I have and spend it on a get rich quick scheme? A pie in the sky, too good to be true, gotta be a scam (and no question about it, according to everything I could find on the internet it was without a doubt a scam), hair brained scheme like the supposed revalue of the Iraqi Dinar?
Not to mention I only had mere seconds to decide, a very small window, a make or break, now or never opportunity to change my future. I had to make up my mind and pretty darn quick, otherwise I was going to miss my one and only opportunity to save my life.
Rationalizing, to myself anyway, that I was going to be throwing that money away on bills and 'stuff' anyway, basic survival for a short time, what did I have to lose.
I mean, at most it was only going to be a couple short weeks before the RV happened and then I'd be set. For life. Surely I could hang on that long. Then I'd be able to pay all my bills and relax. So I jumped online, ordered my first million IQD and began to dream.
What if it came in at $.05? With that I could pay off some bills, find a place to rent and begin to rebuild my life. Sure sounds good so far.
Then I decided to get risky and began to dream of a $.10 RV. Ahhhhh, now THAT'S more like it. I could really get back on my feet with that kinda ROI.
I'll never forget the day I really began to 'Dream Big' and allowed my mind to drift all the way up to $.30. Can you say Gamechanger? Wow, that would allow me to totally start my life over again.
As the weeks and months began to fly (ok, drag) by and still no RV, I began to spend more time on in depth research and the more I learned about Iraq, how it got to where it was as a country as well as its potential, the more excited I became.
Sure, I was worried that 'it' hadn't happened yet but at the same time, I was also becoming more aware of Iraqs true potential and how, if everything went according to'plan', my $.30 dreams deserved another zero added on to the far right side as well as a movement of the decimal point to the right.
That's when I really began to get excited. And that's also when I first started to really dig deep and began to build my foundation. My base for everything I was to believe going forward. It's that 'foundation' that I began to build all those years ago that has kept me in the game all this time.
Because I know deep down that it's not an 'if' but merely a matter of 'when'. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the RV is gonna happen. It's just the 'when' that is the only remaining unknown.
Sure, I'm human and I have those mornings when I wake up with huge disappointment over another hopium filled week ending in another stomach churning weekend but at the end of the day it's my foundation (as well as the knowledge I've gleaned from others I've 'met' along the way) that I return to time and again, helping me to remain in the game when I need it most.
So with all that being said, if I can make a suggestion to everybody in Dinarland, just hang in there a bit longer. Will it be this week? Who knows. Maybe next week, maybe next month? Maybe even next year? Yikes!
Again, that's anybodys best guess. But one thing's for certain, it's gonna happen. As sure as the Fed Ex trucks brakes are gonna squeal and the horn is gonna honk every time he pulls up out front of my house with each new batch of dinar he delivers.
Still Dreamin' Of An RV
