XanGo Juice? 85% Efficacy
Camille's Story
by Doug Wead
Camille and her mother, Myriam Wead
One night, in Salzburg, Austria, I awakened my 12 year old daughter, Chloe, made her get dressed, and we walked out into the city square. The moon was shining just above the Hohensalzburg, the fortress castle on the mountaintop. We could hear Mozart playing from a third floor apartment. We could see the big church where Maria Von Trapp had been married.
I kissed Chloe on the cheek. “Someday,” I said, “You will come back here with your husband and your children and you will remember this moment and that your daddy kissed you here.”
I had great travel moments with all my kids but not Camille.
As I mentioned, there are two reasons why people make money quickly in XanGo. One is their compensation plan. The second is that the company develops and discovers products with a compelling reason for people to buy. As a result the burden of selling products is over. The products tend to sell themselves.
My wife and I were sent some bottles of XanGo and didn’t think much of it. But finally my wife, Myriam, read about it and saw that it was a natural anti-inflammatory, so she decided it would do no harm and we could try it on our youngest daughter, Camille.
Camille had been suffering from headaches, stomach cramps and nausea for years. Doctors had suspected everything from brain tumors to IBS. Sometimes she would faint at school and we would have to rush to pick her up. Nothing seemed to solve it.
After XanGo, just 3 ounces a day, within three or four months her symptoms disappeared.
“It’s a placebo,” I said, chuckling at my wife’s naivete. No one wants their wife looking the fool.
“Well, so what?” she glowered back, “It works.”
So we ordered it for awhile on the internet but within a few months we ran out of the product and the company closed that loophole. I was in another company at the time and had no interest in trying to find someone who sold XanGo.
Finally, in desperation, I spent one night researching the internet and the next morning announced my great discovery. I told my wife, Myriam, that she could get the same benefits from buying blueberries, pomegranate juice and other fruits at the grocery store. We could throw it all in a blender and save ourselves some inconvenience and money to boot.
“After all,” I explained, “This is just a heavy dose of antioxidants. There is no big secret.”
Well, my wife did just that. We bought juices at the grocery store. But within three weeks all the symptoms came back.
“Look,” she said. “Our daughter has been to doctors in Arizona, Texas, Virginia and Maryland. We have driven her to holistic clinics in Pennsylvania, arriving home exhausted at midnight. She has had MRI’s and CAT scans and more blood tests than we can count. She has taken endless bottles of medicines or vitamins and mineral combinations or nothing at all. In ten years this is the first thing that has given her any relief.”
“Okay,” I pouted, “Back on the placebo.”
Camille has been taking XanGo ever since.
Now, there is something more to the story than that. I travel the world, speaking for networking conventions and I love to take my kids with me. Scott and I have walked the beaches of Rio de Janiero, Joshua and I have climbed the steps of the Opera House in Sydney, Australia, Chloe and I have enjoyed the Museums of the Louver, the Hermitage and the Prada. But Camille could not travel. Her condition prohibited it.
Once, planning for a speaking tour in South Africa, we planned an African Safari. Just Camille and I. She was so excited she put up posters and we dreamed about it together. But late one night, she lay in her bed sobbing softly. When I asked what was wrong, she said, “Daddy, I better not go on the trip.” She just was too sick for travel. Her heath was too unpredictable.
So that is the power of XanGo. That is why it sells. Because health is important to people and XanGo products trigger compelling narratives and stories. And those stories carry powerful emotions. You don’t sell, you just tell stories from your own life.
Oh, by the way, Camille went to Italy last summer, to France, to El Salvador. This Christmas the whole family went to the mountains and went skiing. She is using those small XanGo “singles” perfect for travel. Her life has changed and so has ours.
I kissed Chloe on the cheek. “Someday,” I said, “You will come back here with your husband and your children and you will remember this moment and that your daddy kissed you here.”
I had great travel moments with all my kids but not Camille.
As I mentioned, there are two reasons why people make money quickly in XanGo. One is their compensation plan. The second is that the company develops and discovers products with a compelling reason for people to buy. As a result the burden of selling products is over. The products tend to sell themselves.
My wife and I were sent some bottles of XanGo and didn’t think much of it. But finally my wife, Myriam, read about it and saw that it was a natural anti-inflammatory, so she decided it would do no harm and we could try it on our youngest daughter, Camille.
Camille had been suffering from headaches, stomach cramps and nausea for years. Doctors had suspected everything from brain tumors to IBS. Sometimes she would faint at school and we would have to rush to pick her up. Nothing seemed to solve it.
After XanGo, just 3 ounces a day, within three or four months her symptoms disappeared.
“It’s a placebo,” I said, chuckling at my wife’s naivete. No one wants their wife looking the fool.
“Well, so what?” she glowered back, “It works.”
So we ordered it for awhile on the internet but within a few months we ran out of the product and the company closed that loophole. I was in another company at the time and had no interest in trying to find someone who sold XanGo.
Finally, in desperation, I spent one night researching the internet and the next morning announced my great discovery. I told my wife, Myriam, that she could get the same benefits from buying blueberries, pomegranate juice and other fruits at the grocery store. We could throw it all in a blender and save ourselves some inconvenience and money to boot.
“After all,” I explained, “This is just a heavy dose of antioxidants. There is no big secret.”
Well, my wife did just that. We bought juices at the grocery store. But within three weeks all the symptoms came back.
“Look,” she said. “Our daughter has been to doctors in Arizona, Texas, Virginia and Maryland. We have driven her to holistic clinics in Pennsylvania, arriving home exhausted at midnight. She has had MRI’s and CAT scans and more blood tests than we can count. She has taken endless bottles of medicines or vitamins and mineral combinations or nothing at all. In ten years this is the first thing that has given her any relief.”
“Okay,” I pouted, “Back on the placebo.”
Camille has been taking XanGo ever since.
Now, there is something more to the story than that. I travel the world, speaking for networking conventions and I love to take my kids with me. Scott and I have walked the beaches of Rio de Janiero, Joshua and I have climbed the steps of the Opera House in Sydney, Australia, Chloe and I have enjoyed the Museums of the Louver, the Hermitage and the Prada. But Camille could not travel. Her condition prohibited it.
Once, planning for a speaking tour in South Africa, we planned an African Safari. Just Camille and I. She was so excited she put up posters and we dreamed about it together. But late one night, she lay in her bed sobbing softly. When I asked what was wrong, she said, “Daddy, I better not go on the trip.” She just was too sick for travel. Her heath was too unpredictable.
So that is the power of XanGo. That is why it sells. Because health is important to people and XanGo products trigger compelling narratives and stories. And those stories carry powerful emotions. You don’t sell, you just tell stories from your own life.
Oh, by the way, Camille went to Italy last summer, to France, to El Salvador. This Christmas the whole family went to the mountains and went skiing. She is using those small XanGo “singles” perfect for travel. Her life has changed and so has ours.