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It’s one of those images that were hidden. They remained unnoticed to me until two and a half years ago… when my child was born. Cigarette butts. You see them on the floor on every street, on every public square, on every children playground, in Spain. Despite signals. Despite campaigns by the government. Despite science. Despite basic education. Despite the ability to read the “smoking kills” of every package. People are attached to old habits despite they know they are bad. No matter what you try to persuade, they won’t change. They are doomed. They are condemned. The same happens in other aspects of life, not just that unhealthy habit. Getting attached to toxic couple. Getting attached to toxic jobs. Getting attached to poisonous pay checks. Never looking for a way out… That is evident many times. You have the signs. The information. The models. And still… you won’t use that way out. Don’t believe me? Here you are a sign. ​Even you can make money in real estate. ​ PD 1: If you liked this email, don't keep it in secret and forward it to a friend. They will thank you enormously one day. PD 2: If somebody has sent you this email and you want to receive emails like this yourself, visit vicentevalencia.com PD 3: If you want unsubscribe, click the link below. |
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