An Embarrassing Personal Story About A Pink Carnival “ Ferret ” And Why You Can Trust Us To Not Disappoint You
If you ’ ve taken the time to look through the materials we ’ ve sent over to you , I think you ’ ll agree that we make a compelling case about our ability to help MSPs and IT services companies get results in marketing .
However , you might still be skeptical , thinking that all of this sounds a little too good to be true . Yes , we ’ ve helped a lot of people — but the question on your mind is can we help you ?
I ’ m sure you ’ ve heard similar “ pitches ” from other marketing companies and have , most likely , invested both time and money with other people making similar claims , only to be sorely disappointed that you didn ’ t see the leads and new clients you had hoped for and were promised .
I know how you feel , and I want to share a personal story with you that is important to answering the question : “ Can we actually help YOU in YOUR situation , or will you be disappointed yet again ?”
Back when I was 7 years old , my parents let me spend two weeks over the summer at my grandparents ’ summer home without my four siblings . It was a rare and unique opportunity , and I loved having my Nana and Pop-Pop all to myself . During my stay , a small traveling carnival rolled into the small town for the weekend and plastered advertisements all over the telephone poles and the small grocery and gas station my grandparents frequented . Desperate to go , I begged my grandparents to take me , but my grandfather couldn ’ t walk more than a few steps due to contracting polio as a child , which left him crippled , and my grandmother had a severe heart condition that also limited her activity , so they told me it was a no-go . Fortunately , one of the teenagers in the neighborhood , whose parents were good friends with my grandparents , offered to take me . I was thrilled .
Wanting me to have a good time , my grandmother gave me a $ 5 bill right before I left and told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to waste the money and that I should use it to buy myself an ice cream cone or to go on the rides . Back then , we were poor , so $ 5 to my grandmother was a lot of money , and I felt the weight of the responsibility to use the money wisely .
However , once I got to the fair , the lights , sounds , and excitement took over , and I was drawn in by one of the carnies who enticed me over to his “ pop the balloon ” dart game , promising me the ability to win one of the giant stuffed animals hanging from the ceiling . I was hooked . My 7-year-old self really wanted that big teddy bear , and I wanted to bring it back to show off to my siblings to make them jealous and to my Nana to make her proud .
So , without a second thought , I handed over my $ 5 to play the game , and to my excitement , after a few tries , I actually won , popping two balloons ! I was over the moon — until the man handed me what looked like a small , dead pink ferret with no arms and no legs . It was nothing more than a cheap strip of pink , fake fur with two stickers for eyes . Surely there was some mistake ! Confused , I told him I didn ’ t want that — I was playing for the giant brown teddy bear hanging from the ceiling with the big red bow around his neck . He promptly told me that the only way to get that prize was to keep playing ( and winning ) the game , trading up my prizes ,
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