It’s strange, but I lost a "friend" on Sunday, February 3, 2002.
You might be thinking, "What’s so strange about that?
It’s unfortunate, but it’s a fact of life that we will
see friends pass away."
What’s so strange is I never met this "friend."
Yet this gentleman touched my life in ways I’m still discovering.
The gentleman was Dale Armin Miller, creator of
the Internet Marketing Success Arsenal.
I have been a member and affiliate of the Success Arsenal
since June 2001. I became a member after reading one
of Dale’s articles, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Dale was able to inject his humorous, no-bull,
down-to-earth personality into his articles.
Read a few of them and you felt like you knew Dale.
>From his words, you were able to form a mental image of the person.
Dale and the Success Arsenal took someone who had been
kicking around with Internet marketing for nine months
and taught her how to become a serious promoter.
Because of the Success Arsenal, I took a hidden, life-long desire
and acted on it, I started writing.
It was through writing, I discovered a side of myself
I didn’t know existed. I treasure that discovery.
It was through writing articles, I gained the kind of
self-confidence that is achieved by seeing a dream blossom and thrive.
It was through writing articles, I was privileged to meet
some wonderful human beings that otherwise I would not have met.
The follow-through was mine; the courage to start I attribute to Dale.
In the cold, sterile world of CyberMarketing, I never felt alone.
Where others stumbled blindly, I had 20-20 vision.
When everyone else was scrambling for their first sale,
I was receiving commission checks every month.
This I attribute to Dale Armin Miller.
I have carried joy in my heart for achieving on the Internet
what I set out to do. Now I must make room for sadness as
I grieve for my "friend", the one I never met.
This article is dedicated to the loving memory of Dale Armin Miller.
About the Author
Jo McNamara
jomc@what-works-online.net
"Lives of great men all remind us we can
make our lives sublime; and, departing,
leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow