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“I have discovered fallen trees across my path and have possessed neither the strength to move them nor the patience or tenacity to find an alternative way round. I have simply returned to where I came from, and told myself there had been no other choice.”

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Book:The Extremely Successful Salesman's Club
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Chris Murray
Chris Murray

Chris Murray, born on May 17, 1968, is a renowned author and business speaker. His works cover a range of fields including business strategy and personal development, which are highly appreciated by readers and audiences. more

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