Rewriting the World
I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.
I had it down to the perfect science. My game was to play adorable and get everyone to want to protect me. I was doing well. I called for a smoke break and we all filed out. Cisco pressed his body hard against mine into a corner. What was he doing?!
“I’m going to beat his face in!” As I stomped towards the truck to deck the driver, an iron grip closed on my small arm. The cop seized my other arm and wrestled me back to the driver door, opening it with effort for me.
“It’s the way we can still buy eggs from the neighbor. The brothers just go about their window washing and watch the money come in!”
“I’d used patches, Wellbutrin, Chantix, gum, cold turkey, you name it; the struggle was REAL. Imagine my shock when I used doTERRA to quit and went about my day feeling ever better instead of worse!”
“Had you heard her story five years ago, you’d assume she would be dead, in prison or in a drug recovery center.”
Blood splatter coated all but one wall in spite of having been clearly scrubbed with strong chemicals. A double mattress was crammed in the corner, completely bare save for more stains and a crusty duvet cover. My eyes traveled to the rails on the head of the bed, settling on the restraints that dangled from each corner.
I have sponsored the women (bomake) of these carepoints by selling my home and using the money to launch a nonprofit.
“We need each and every one of you: your talents, your convictions, even your weaknesses.”
It wasn’t until I made searing contact that I realized it was actually a rosebush. I hit the ground, torn and bleeding but free.
I was asked to test out a software designed to enhance doTERRA sales and did so with a greater margin of success than expected. I was asked to call in on conference and consult on my use and recommendations, many of which were implemented. I sat through the testimonial shortly after and had a great time.
These aren’t normal essential oil carriers; they’re handmade in Africa by the Bomake, women who serve more than 3,000 orphans a day. The women are given a sewing machine , taught to sew and provided materials to make these essential oil clutches. One bag is equal to a day’s wages, allowing them to continue to support and feed children in the Nation of Orphans.
