🚨 Quick Community Pulse Check 🚨 I’m genuinely curious… How many of you have actually made real money online? (Not “likes,” not “views,” not “potential”… I mean actual dollars hitting your account.) Drop your answer below:

🤔 Would You Be Interested? 🎓 Join Mark’s Free “ScaleSkool” Workshop →. Get me started with the KoolSchool community outline to build my own community. Hey! Quick pulse check 👇 🚨 Founders-Only Beta (Maybe) I’m considering opening a new tier ($19-$47/mo) in this community—but only if enough people want it. It’s built to launch your Skool community the right way so it pays you back (not just your hobby time). Inside this tier you’d get: • ✅ Skool 101 → Pro: the exact settings, structures, and workflows that actually grow. • ✅ Irresistible core offer: nail the promise, price, bonuses, and guarantee. • ✅ A free “magnet” course: designed to attract members and convert them into customers. • ✅ Community funnel, done-with-you: set up → launch → momentum plan to turn free members into paid. Why now? I’ll greenlight this if enough people raise their hands. Founding spots will be limited and charter pricing will be locked in for early joiners. If we don’t hit the interest threshold, we won’t launch it. Want in? Drop “LAUNCH” below or DM me LAUNCH and I’ll send details. First replies get priority access when/if doors open. ⏳🔥 Would you join this? 👇

“The Hardest Lessons I Ever Learned… and What They Taught Me About Life, Trust, and Becoming Unbreakable.” By Dr. Mark Zupo Are you unemployed yet? You will be. Bankrupt yet? You will be. Foreclosed yet? You might be. Homeless yet? You could be. I want to tell you a story today, and I want to tell it without polish, without filters, and without pretending the journey was anything less than brutal. Because sometimes the things that break you… are the same things that build you. My story doesn’t start with success. It doesn’t start with a breakthrough moment, or a mentor, or a stroke of luck. It starts at seventeen. Homeless. Hungry. Eating crackers and ketchup from a gas station because that was the only “meal” I could afford. People talk about rock bottom like it’s a metaphor. For me, it was a place. A real place. I lived at a garbage dump for nearly a decade. Not as a visitor. Not as a tourist in someone else’s tragedy. But as someone who learned how to survive off what the world threw away. And yet… ironically… that’s where I met the most honest people I’d ever known. People who had nothing to prove… and nothing left to hide. Life taught me early: Most people think they understand hardship. But hardship… hardship is a teacher that speaks in a language only the broken can hear. Years later, I built a life. A family. A career. Businesses. Homes. Cars. Airplanes. Vacations. The ability to be generous — and I loved being generous. My house was full of people. My pool. My table. My life. And then tragedy came for me again. I lost my son to a drunk driver. I lost my wife to cancer. And I lost everything I spent thirty years building — the money, the properties, the stability… Bankruptcy. Foreclosure. Silence. And here’s where the real lesson came… All the people who swam in my pool, flew in my planes, rode in my cars, vacationed with me, laughed with me, benefitted from me… They disappeared. I can count on one hand — with fingers left over — how many stayed.