A MESSAGE FROM CEO JERRY FELTON
It’s What You Do with the Compensation Plan
The Melaleuca Compensation Plan is extraordinary! And while its power to change lives is unmatched, it’s what you do with the Compensation Plan that will make a profound difference to you and your family. It’s available to everyone. When you apply your passion, determination, and commitment to Melaleuca’s Seven Critical Business-Building Activities, you can take full advantage of the true power of the Compensation Plan and help others do the same. Regardless of your background, your self-perceived strengths or weaknesses, or your experience, persistently doing the work really does make all the difference. As a boy, my passion was baseball. Like many young kids, my dream was to become a professional baseball player. My favorite team? The Cincinnati Reds. My heroes? Johnny Bench, Pete Rose, George Foster, and Ken Griffey. We’d take on the names and numbers of our favorite players when we played baseball in the empty lot next door or the big yard down the block. We played all the time! I always had a ball and a glove close to me. And as I got a little older, any free time I had was spent at the baseball park, either playing with my team or watching others play. When I was 10, I had an experience I’ve often reflected upon. I was finally trying out for the Youth Major League. The league consisted of 10-, 11-, and 12-year-old boys who were
required to try out before being drafted onto a team. I was drafted to the Cherokees! I was so excited that I spent my entire savings on some fancy new Puma cleats and a brand-new baseball glove. I was so proud of that glove! It was black with a cool webbed pocket and a single hole in the back where you could leave your index finger outside of the glove. I remember it was a Rawlings—one of their newest models, just my size, made of genuine leather. Now I was ready. I showed up at the Cherokees’ first practice. Many of the kids were strangers to me and had been playing on the team for a few years already. The 12-year-old kids seemed so much bigger, and certainly better. One of the older boys stood out to me. His name was Nathan. He wore raggedy clothes, he didn’t have cleats, and his baseball glove was small and tattered. The stitching was broken in a couple of places, and one of the fingers wasn’t connected to the others. I remember that distinctly because I wondered how in the world anyone could catch a ball with that glove. I felt sorry for Nathan and assumed he spent most of his time sitting on the bench. By the looks of things, I figured he couldn’t have been that good.
I was so wrong! As I watched him play, I was amazed at his athletic skill! That tattered glove was simply an extension of
2 OCTOBER 2022 | MELALEUCA.COM
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