HEART OF A HOMELESS ENTREPRENEUR

How To Break Loose of the Cookie Farmer Ball & Chain

Life, Death… and The Rise of A Homeless Foundation

Success By Failure

I’ve been in the networking marketing and make money online niche trenches since 2010 when names like Filsaime, Kern, Dillard, Bacak, Jonathon Budd, Deiss, Alex Becker, Brian Fanale, Mike Koenigs, and many many others were on every single internet marketer’s goal list for who they wanted to be when they grew up.

I’ve been off, and I’ve been on with several businesses.

Like you, I’ve seen the online marketing world change over the years, sometimes with excitement, thrills, and life-changing experiences while other times with unexpected discouragement and drag-your-guts-through-the-mud, am I going to survive this sh** kind of sagas.

Hey, I’m Dan Darnell. I’ve had lots of success, but not so much success where I can’t say I’ve just enough failure under my belt to keep me in check and keep pushing forward.

I’m more proud of the losses than the big checks.

I thank my stupid mistakes and all the excellent lousy advice I’ve received and went full force with over the years.

In other words, if you think you had a horrible childhood… You probably did.

Congratulations, thank whoever raised you, chin up, shoulders back;

you’re one of the lucky ones who weren’t handed a platter of golden rubber turkey and brand new cloth and polish to shoeshine with.

Be Proud You’re Starting From the Bottom and Own It

Be glad you don’t have to start at the top because it’s a lot further down when you fall.

I’ve heard you hit harder, too, making it just a little harder to get back up.

So my advice? Awaken the hunter… the hunter inside you. Fade out the farmer that they tried to teach you to be.

The fields are already harvesting with abundance on the side where few plowmen dare to take off the slave gloves, walk away from the pasture and the herd and face a new way to make a living in a world of digital unknown.

Man, that sounds fantastic! Get your blood pumping a Lil bit? Good.

In my current situation, I’m building out Joinify.co and leaning towards using it as a platform to help homeless men and women start an online business from scratch and help them build it up into a decent ecosystem to be proud of.

Usually, the ones who are at their lowest are the ones who have the brightest shining rarity hidden deep in their soul.

I was homeless for six months on the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma, “Oil Capital of the World,” after my fiance’ passed away a year after being diagnosed with the horrible disease known as cirrhosis of the liver… right around Christmas a couple of years ago.

We were high school sweethearts.

I had the pleasure of showing her all the oceanfront motels and traveling to and through 48 of our states, all inside of a year of driving hotshot deliveries.

It’s good money.

Fun too, if you’re with someone who can handle the long rides.

Not to be dreary, but this wasn’t that long ago and was a huge shifting point in my life.

I believe it was meant for me to give her that happiness before she died.

Not very many people can say they’ve been to more than a couple states outside of their home state, let alone 48 of them.

I’m so glad I could give that to her.

Now, if I could get past her family blaming me for her health and her death, banning me from the hospital as I stepped out to get fresh air after sleeping in her room for three days at her beck and call.

I was checking back in at the hospital's front desk to get my visitor’s pass reissued when I was told the heart-drenching BS from the security guard.

The nurse’s “protocol” was, without them actually saying the word protocol, were since I wasn’t immediate family, there miraculously had been no one at that hospital, patient nor visitor, by that name.

Dumbfounded is a complete understatement.

It is indescribable; A nightmare had taken over my life and stolen the only thing I had left.

I was completely and utterly in shock that these nurses whom I had gotten to know by their first names and had become friends with, so I’d thought, could boldly lie to me as if I had dreamed the past four days;

They acted as if they hadn’t a clue what I was talking about.

I didn’t get it.

I didn’t want to get it.

Do they teach this in nursing school?

It was heartless and pathetic, and… and as I’d said earlier, I can’t describe the chaos that broiled turmoil in my heart that would ultimately linger for months to come.

The first lady answering the phone from the desk I was just at not even an hour before, letting the words come out of her mouth that they did not have a patient by that name;

I had literally walked right past her on my way out of that section of the floor.

You are required to ask someone to buzz you out of the double doors on that floor because it was intensive care, and patients aren’t allowed to roam the halls.

All of the nurses and doctors knew who I was, my name, why I was there, how long I had been there, and knew the critical condition my soul-mate was in.

Heck, even the security guard that had to bold-face tell me there was nothing he could do, was getting his routine down with letting me back through the doors.

The people who I had spent the last few days of my love’s dying breaths with me… had completely did a 180 and it didn’t phase them.

I had even tried to convince the nurse to be freaking realistic of that fact that she knew who I was and was there to spend time with.

I said, “Come on now… please don’t do this.” I was begging.

We had spoken on several occasions.

But now all she could say was, “there has been no one by that name on any floor of this hospital.”

Now, you tell me… Would you be freaking out a little bit if the only person in the world who had your whole heart and you would do anything for… was dying by the minute and you do not get to be with them.

No goodbye.

Obviously, I was so unbelievably beside myself with anger, hurt, and betrayal.

These family members, I won’t mention names though they kind of deserve to be on blast but I am in no way their kind of person, hadn’t spoken to her in 3–4 months and had practically disowned her.

They wouldn’t answer her calls.

When her brother finally did, we’ll call him “Richard”, all he could tell her after she got out a few sentences was, in your typical hypocrite tone, the “I’m better than you because I judge everyone, even my own sister kind of ego-talk, says “Don’t call me again.”

“As long I suspect that you are drinking or doing drugs, I’m not going to help you.” Quote. Unquote.

By the way, neither one of us had EVER been on drugs… EVER. You hear that, Max… I mean Richard?

So even then with her beautiful heart and soul, looks at me and smiles real big and laughs a little and says, laughing “Thanks little brother, I should have known you would say something like that.” … and hangs up the cell phone.

That was the last time she had ever spoken to any of them.

Wanna know the really messed up part about that?

She wasn’t even calling him to ask for any help.

She was calling because she missed them and had been trying to get ahold of them to let them know how happy she was and that we had found a house to move into, and things were looking up.

Good job. That was the last thing you said to your sister. How’s it feel?

So, as she laid on her death bed at the hospital surrounded by people that had turned her back on her, I am forced out of the last few hours of her life.

If she could speak, she would’ve told all of them to leave and would ask where I was.

Now, they stand beside her, pointing the finger at the only person who loved her to my core, more than anyone ever did or will.

I won’t mention any domestic abusers here either, just know she was the happiest she had ever been.

I believe the universe works in these ways that we don’t understand.

You just have to trust it.

But at that moment, I didn’t know WHAT to believe… or trust.

I couldn’t think a thought or speak a word of calm.

My woman, my love… was literally dying by the second, and she has been stripped away just before her last breath, her last minutes of life.

I apologize if I’m a little off page here… I go to another place of emotions when I talk about this, so I’ll leave that right there for now.

I just wanted to let you feel the spot I was in and the new mountain I was about to climb.

Let’s just say I never got to say goodbye because of selfish misinterpretation, lack of communication, egotistical finger-pointing and people’s literal lack of giving a shi*. Btw, and this might stop you from reading right here… She said she didn’t want to be buried in a cemetery when she died. That doesn’t mean she wanted to be burned!

If you had tried to talk to me after… and thanks for not telling me about the service as well… typical, then you’d have known that she wanted to be…

Nope. You can’t have that. Just know she’s pissed…about a lot of things you all did.

Eh-hmm.. anyhow, those of you who didn’t know her and haven’t betrayed someone as they did, please continue, again, I apologize. I needed to say that.

Fast forward two or three weeks after I got the call that she passed around noon Wednesday. I was forced out of the picture Monday.…

So I got the call… on my cell phone.

You know that thing you pick up and push a button to answer when someone is trying to reach out?

That still wasn’t accurate because later I found out that they waited at LEAST 2 hours before someone decided to try to get a hold of me.

Then they still didn’t have the balls to call me themselves!

Wow.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long for me to be on a horrible, out-of-control spiral that would soon be my rock bottom as well as my wake-up call to find higher ground and necessitate myself from the hole I dug myself into;

To crawl out from under the rock, I had rolled over any hope for the life I had left for myself.

I thought of my kids, and that was enough to pull it together and start over.

So I know the feeling of being on the streets and not having a dime to your name.

I can still remember the growl in my stomach… hungry, cold, frustrated, confused, and angry with just enough ambition to keep my head up no matter what.

This situation is even more frustrating when you know there are many golden nuggets in your mind.

You’re ready to overfill a webinar, over-deliver a bonus package worth ten times the offer.

Weekly training ideas play over in your head or plans to create a game-changing software, write a best-seller, or start a foundation for the homeless.

It’s all there waiting to be let out… right after I walk this older man across a busy street during rush hour because I have nothing else to do with myself but be depressed and wish I had one more minute.

If only a pencil or pen and a napkin were available at the park, and there was someone who would listen or cared enough actually to give it a chance it deserves.

I know there are people, probably thousands, who have multi-million dollar businesses in their heads right this very second and may never release it to the world.

I want to give them that chance or hand them a map that leads them to the front door and a few others.

So this idea of a platform, somehow… some-way will eventually, on the front end, be made available to all homeless men and women and people who are on the verge of being homeless, people just getting off the streets, or people are in a halfway house.

I want to give them high-quality online business training at no cost to start training and making money and on the back end give the best training of how to invest in their business with higher ticket events with higher ROI, better conversions, and ultimately how to scale without limits.

By the time they are done going through the site’s training (under construction), they will have a full-stack online business running on autopilot while kicking back a great profit for themselves to share with everyone they love.

Here’s the real kicker.

All they will need is a library card and wifi.

This is how I was able to get back on my feet.

Though I was broke, I had my knowledge.

Though I was almost defeated emotionally and financially, I had what was between my ears.

I had internet marketing knowledge and experience, and I knew how to start bringing in a little cash flow if I peel myself up off the grassy field at the park and start the process.

I knew my local library had computers and an internet connection.

I had no phone service on my government lender, so anytime I wanted to call someone, I had to find a store or a restaurant for free wifi, but the connection was so shi*ty I couldn’t send one email.

A library card and 45 minutes a day to use one of their desktops is the rule...

Boom.

There you go.

That’s how long the library limits your computer time;

Then you’re, well… Done.

It will take some time, but with some planning, some patience, and a lot of strategic implementation by belief, it will happen.

It is going to happen.

So, I ask you to wish me an abundance of success with this journey, and I hope to work with everyone soon.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.

If you liked these few words I put out there about myself, you might like this extensive article I wrote about my thoughts on how we think like entrepreneurs.

Again, thank you for reading.

Talk soon.

Dan.

Reach out to me. I will return the favor.

Are you homeless or know someone who is… or may be headed in that direction? Maybe they are getting back on their feet and need a little… help.

This here link is a great first step. Again, please reach out. I’d love to hear YOUR story. Thanks so much for sitting through that. You WILL be rewarded.