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 the nick of time? Because the RV was just about to happen.
Only a couple more hours, maybe a couple more days at the most but one thing was for sure, I had to hurry because this RV was about to go down. About to ‘pop’ and luckily for me I was able to squeeze my way in and grab a seat on the Insane 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 ‘back wall’. That two week ‘window’ that I was blessed with being able to squeeze in to.
Apparently it has gone the same direction as with all the other windows, all of the ‘sooner than laters’, all of the ASN’s and back wall dates 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. Because I knew about the dinar and the oh so very soon to be RV.
If I could somehow manage to hang on just a little longer, I’d be able to save 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. Off the cliff it all went.
As the days, weeks, months and years continued to slide on by, I continued to lose one thing after another. 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 attached to my name.
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, another chance. That I’d never gamble on anything ever again. No way, not gonna do it. Thankfully, this long time risk taker had learned his lesson, and 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 taking another risk (after I told myself never again) and 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 nickel I have and spend it on some 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 regarding the dinar it was without a doubt a scam), hair brained scheme like the supposed revaluation of the Iraqi Dinar?
Not to mention I had only mere seconds to decide. A very small window to say the least. 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 the short term, what did I have to lose.
I mean, according to my ‘source’ (an acquaintance that as it turns out wasn’t any more knowledgeable in Dinar 101 at the time than I was), at most it was only going to be a couple short weeks before the RV popped and then I’d be set. For life. Surely I could hang on that long, couldn’t I?
Then I’d be able to pay off all my bills and relax. So I jumped online, ordered my first million IQD and began to dream. And dream I did.
A penny? Not bad. But what if it came in at 5 cents? Crazy I know but what if. With that I could pay off some bills, find a place to rent and begin to rebuild my life. Sounds pretty good so far.
Then I decided to get risky and began to dream of a 10 cent RV. Ahhhhh, now THAT’S more like it. I could really get back on my feet with that kind of an ROI.
I’ll never forget the day I really began to ‘Dream Big’ and allowed my mind to drift all the way up to a 30 cent rate. Can you say Game changer? Wow, that would allow me to totally start my life all over again.
As the weeks and months began to fly (ok, drag) by and still no RV, I began to spend more time on doing my due diligence, my in depth research and the more I learned about Iraq, how it got to where it was as a country as well as its future 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 Iraq’s true potential and how, if everything went according to the ‘plan’, my $.30 dreams likely 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 in and began to build my foundation. My base for everything I was to believe in going forward.
And it’s that ‘foundation’ that I began to build all those years ago that has kept me in the game all this time.
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 but one suggestion to all my fellow Dinarians, just hang in there a bit longer. Will it be this week? Who knows? Perhaps this weekend? Might be.
Maybe next week, maybe next month? Maybe even next year. Again, that’s anybody’s 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.