Dr. Dinar

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Woo Hoo, Fed Ex Is Here!  (It’s 2020 and we are still 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 many 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 into.

Apparently it has gone the same direction as with all the other windows, all of the ‘sooner than laters’, all of the ‘any second now’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.

Keep in mind all this was taking place just about the same time that the Real Estate market was in the midst of a huge 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 was fortunate enough to know 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’.

Unfortunately that wasn’t to be and off the cliff it all went.

Me included.

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’d risked it all on the real estate market and yes, I lost. Big time.

Looking back on it now, perhaps if I had swallowed my pride a bit earlier, accepted a few lowball offers here and there and ‘sold out’ a bit sooner, there’s a chance I might not have such an exceptionally horrible credit rating currently 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.

Or had I.

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?

What if, dare I say, the internet was lying to me.

Hard to believe I know.

And if the RV 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 nickle I have and spend it on some get rich quick outta nowhere 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.

One way or another. For better or worse.

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 short term survival ‘stuff’ anyway, what did I have to lose.

I mean, according to my ‘source’ (an acquaintance that as it turns out was also in dire straits but wasn’t much 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, purchase a Condo, a car, and destress.

So I jumped online, ordered my first batch of 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.

At that rate I could pay off some bills, find a place to rent and begin to rebuild my life.

Sounds pretty good so far.

In fact, pretty much a dream come true.

Then I decided to get risky and began to dream of a $0.10 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 let my imagination take over and allowed my mind to drift all the way up to a $0.30 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 doing my due diligence.

My in depth research into the RV of the IQD 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.

That the RV hadn’t occurred.

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 $0.30 dreams likely deserved another zero added on to the far right side as well as a slight 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 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.

That combined with a whole bunch of positive thinking.

Because I know deep down that it’s not an ‘if’ but merely a matter of ‘when’.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the RV is gonna happen. It has to.

They’ve run out of options to save the world and the RV will be included in that game plan.

It’s just the when that is the remaining unknown.

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 coming week? Who knows.

Perhaps next weekend? Might be.

Again, that’s anybody’s best guess.

There’s definitely no shortage of guesses floating around out there.

So eventually somebody’s gonna guess it right.

One thing’s for certain, it’s gonna happen.

As sure as the Fed Ex truck’s 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.

Hang in there folks, we’ve never been closer than we are right now.


Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I’m not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I connected with Fed Ex in any way, shape, or form. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I’m there at the finish line to enjoy it.