Imagine Ozzy Osborne Pumping Gas . . .

In 1981, I pumped gas at a full service gas station in Ohio.

Well, during the day anyway. At night I played in a rock and roll band named Warrior. We rehearsed just a few blocks from where I worked. I was 19.

I remember the smell of the gasoline when it got on my hands. Worse, in the winter I wore gloves under the misconceived notion that they would keep my hands warmer. When drenched in gasoline, however, their smell became unbearable.

My hands sometimes became numb. Keep in mind, this was when most gas caps were metal, and without feeling in your hands it was easy to cut yourself and not even know it until later.

One day, I was extremely hung over. I fell asleep under the hood of a car while checking the oil. It was an Audi, I believe, and its dipstick was hard to find. The lady was nice enough to show me where it was. I'm still not sure she knew that she'd interrupted a dream.

Working there taught me a lot. I learned that companies expect a lot from their employees, even when they pay you next to nothing. I learned that customers, regardless of how nice and helpful you try to be, will sometimes just be jerks.

One day a man and his wife parked next to our office and came inside. They dressed like they had just left church, and I was expecting an invitation to the cathedral down the road.

Surprisingly, however, they weren't thumping bibles. They were pushing Amway.

Now, at the time, I'd only seen Amway in passing. In those days, if it didn't have something to do with rock and roll, I didn't pay it much attention. This couple seemed convinced, however, that Amway would change our lives.

The way these people talked convinced me that Amway was their religion. It could solve any problem confronted by man.

They told us they could teach us how to be wealthy . . . that we could have success beyond out wildest dreams.

Well, success to me meant only one thing: Rock Stardom. It certainly didn't include driving around to gas stations and talking to minimum wage workers who could barely afford to eat.

Such was my very first experience with network marketing.

In all fairness, I've peddled my business to the wrong crowd as well. I did it mostly because my upline taught me to do it that way.

I've spent endless hours on the phone trying to get Bubba the truck driver to take a look at my business. I've bought lead lists from every company out there. I've memorized scripts, tracked my results (zero), and even paid for coaching.

Sponsoring even one person became my Holy Grail.

Even though it wasn't that long ago, just a few months, actually, today I look at those days and laugh.

I've now built a sizeable downline with hungry, motivated people. My duplication is through the roof, as my team's system is simple to teach and execute.

And guess what? I didn't call one prospect. I didn't pitch my business to anybody.

What changed for me? I was lucky enough to find a team of individuals that developed a system that is super-effective.

Gone are the days when duplicating my upline means handing out flyers or approaching strangers in Walmart.

If you're serious about financial independence, this might be your lucky day.