"Woo Hoo Fed Ex is Here!" by Dr. Dinar

Woo Hoo, Fed Ex Is Here!

by Dr. Dinar

I'll never forget that wonderful day. The day my very first batch of Iraqi dinar arrived.

And luckily for me, it arrived just in the nick of time.

Now, why do I say just in the nick of time? Because the RV was just about to happen.

Only a couple more hours, maybe a couple more days at the most, but one thing was for sure, I had to hurry because this RV was about to go down.

About to pop and fortunately for me I was able to squeeze my way in and grab a seat onboard the Insane Train at the last possible second.

As I sit here now, in the very same position I was in all those years ago, I can't help but wonder what could've possibly happened to that deadline. That back wall.

That two week window that I was blessed with being able to squeeze into.

Apparently it had gone the same direction as all the other windows.

All of the sooner than later's, all of the any second now's and back wall dates that have come and gone over the many years since then.

Right out the back screen door, just another glitch from the past.

Yet, thinking back, I still do my best to hold on to that excitement, that thrill, that knowing that it was finally my time to shine.

That things were finally gonna turn around for me.

All of this was taking place shortly after the Real Estate market first began to crumble.

As I watched the values of everything I (aka the bank) owned, as well as everything around me literally fall from the sky, right off the cliff and crash onto the jagged rocks below, all seemingly overnight no less, I knew I was only a couple weeks away from recovering my former world.

Because I knew about the dinar and the oh so very soon to be RV.

If I could somehow manage to hang on just a little longer, I'd be able to save my home, my job, my car, pretty much everything I owned and all the rest of the stuff that I merely owned on paper.

But that wasn't to be. Off the cliff and into a blazing inferno it all went.

As the days, weeks, months and years continued to slide on by, I continued to lose one thing after another. After another.

One by one my world began to crumble and there wasn't much I could do about it.

I'd gambled it all on the real estate market and yes, I lost. Big time.

As I look back on it now, perhaps if I'd swallowed my pride a bit earlier, accepted a few lowball offers here or there and sold out a bit sooner, there's a chance I might not have this exceptionally horrible credit rating attached to my name.

Not to mention I might not be quite as hugely in debt as I am now. 

All of that is, as they say, water under the bridge.

There's no going back, it is what it is. What's done is done.

The crazy part is that at that time I promised myself that I would never again take another risk, another chance.

That I'd never gamble on anything ever again. No way, not gonna do it.

Thankfully, this long time risk-taker had learned his lesson, and had taken his last risk.

Or had I. I was about to be tested.

Suddenly, as if on a zephyr out of nowhere, I heard about the Iraqi Dinar and all of its too good to be true possibilities.

To say that this whole dinar thing piqued my interest is a complete understatement.

What if it was true? What if it WAS real?

Naw, it couldn't be... could it!?!

What if it was indeed the real deal and I didn't take a chance on it, would that regret haunt me more than taking another risk (after I told myself never again) and the loss of the money itself?

Round an' 'round, my head was spinning. And I was quickly running out of time.

Or so I thought.

Immediately I was faced with a huge dilemma. Do I take every last nickle I have and spend it on some get rich quick scheme?

Some pie in the sky, too good to be true, gotta be a scam (and no question about it, according to everything I could find on the internet regarding the dinar, it was without a doubt a scam), hair brained scheme like the supposed revaluation of the Iraqi Dinar?

Not to mention I had only mere seconds to decide. A very small window to say the least.

A make or break, now or never opportunity to change my future.

I had to make up my mind and pretty darn quickly at that.

Otherwise I was going to miss my one and only opportunity to rebuild my life.

Rationalizing, to myself anyway, that I was going to basically be throwing that money away on bills and stuff, basic survival for the short term, what did I have to lose.

I mean, according to my source (an acquaintance that, as it turns out, wasn't any more knowledgeable in Dinar 101 at that time than I was), at most it was only going to be a couple short weeks before the RV popped and then I'd be set. For life.

Surely I could hang on that long, couldn't I?

Then I'd be able to pay off all my bills, get back on level ground and relax.

So I jumped online, ordered my first envelope of IQD and began to dream. And dream I did.

A penny rate? Not bad. But what if it came in at 5 cents?

Crazy, I know, but what if.

With that I could pay off some bills, find a place to rent and begin to rebuild my life.

Sounds pretty good so far. Just the head start I needed.

Then I decided to get risky and began to dream of a 10 cent RV.

Ahhhhh, now THAT'S more like it. I could really get back on my feet with that kind of an ROI.

I'll never forget the day I really began to Dream Big, allowing my mind to drift all the way up to a 30 cent rate.

Can you say Game Changer? Wow, that would allow me to totally start my life all over again.

As the weeks and months began to fly (ok, drag) by and still no RV, I began to spend more time on doing my due diligence, my in-depth research.

And the more I learned about Iraq, how it got to where it was as a country, as well as its future potential, the more excited I became.

And all the talk about how this was gonna be just like Kuwait really had me enthused.

Sure, I was worried that IT hadn't happened yet but at the same time, I was also becoming more aware of Iraq's true potential and how, if everything went according to the plan, my $.30 dreams likely deserved a movement of the decimal point to the right.

That's when I really began to get excited. And that's also when I first started to really dig in and began to build my foundation.

My base for everything I was to believe in going forward.

And it's that foundation that I built all those years ago that has kept me in the game all this time.
Because I know deep down that it's not so much an IF but merely a matter of when.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the RV is gonna happen. It's just the when that is the remaining unknown.

There's just too much evidence out there of big time players being involved and if they're crazy enough to get involved, then so am I.

Sure, I'm human and I have plenty of those mornings when I wake up with huge disappointment over another hopium filled week ending in another stomach churning weekend but at the end of the day it's my foundation (as well as the knowledge I've gleaned from others I've met along the way) that I return to time and again.

Helping me to remain in the game when I need it most.

So with all that being said, if I can make but one suggestion to all my fellow Dinarians, just hold on a bit longer.

Will it be this month? Who knows. Perhaps next month? Maybe.

Maybe even next year. Again, that's anybody's best guess.

But one thing's for certain, it's gonna happen.

Just as sure as the Fed Ex truck's brakes are gonna be squealing and the horn is gonna honk every time he comes sliding into home porch with each new batch of dinar he delivers.

Hang in there folks. Even though it can be difficult to feel it now, we truly are the lucky ones.

Sincerely,

Dr. Dinar

(This post was originally written some 5 years ago, prior to all of the GCR/VND/ZIM stuff running rampant in Dinarland these days, and refreshened for today's audience)