We caught up with the brilliant and insightful Mory a few weeks ago and have shared our conversation below.

Mory, looking forward to hearing all of your stories today. Can you talk to us about your team building process? How did you recruit and train your team and knowing what you know now would you have done anything differently?

After having many different jobs, I found out that the options for women are very limited. Specially opportunities that have the income potential that I was looking for. That is one of the reasons that I stayed with Mary Kay, because it offer me endless posibilites for my future. I was looking for flexibility, a job where I could have balance in my life and my priorities in order, where I could travel the world, and to have a community where I belonged and where I had was surrounded with like minded people. And that story is what enable me to create a team with same philosophies and dreams.

Mory, before we move on to more of these sorts of questions, can you take some time to bring our readers up to speed on you and what you do?

I came to this country looking for the American Dream. I did’t speak English so I had to take hard physically jobs to be able to pay my bills. I thought that because I did not speak the language or did not had a career that was my only option to clean houses, clean hotels, schools, hospitals etc

I had 16 different jobs in a period of two years, I was convinced that there had to be a way of achieving my American Dream.

I decided to go to school because my dream as a little girl was to be a lawyer to help people. I had to first learn English and get my GED and then start in a Community College. There I found out that there was a technical career as a Legal Assistant and I decided to go that route.

When I graduated I realize that I did not like the LEGAL WORLD. It was too negative and too corrupted in my opinion, so I decided to look through other options My American Dream.

I took the Real Estate courses but did not like that, then I took courses to fill out taxes, but did not like that either.

Little did I know that I was going to end up in direct sales. It was so out of my confort zone, I did not think I could do it, but I realize that it was the only promising route to what I wanted in my life, and it depended 100% on my efforts.

What direct sales offered me was unlimited income potential, travel around the world, the use of a new car every two years, to live where I wanted and to have the house of my dreams.

Thanks to my MK business I have traveled to more then 50 countries around the world, I have earned over 3 million in commissions, I have driven 14 MK Career Cars, and I have not 1 house but several houses that I own free and clear.

Thank you for the opportunity that you have given me to share my story.

What’s a lesson you had to unlearn and what’s the backstory?

In growing my direct sales business I had to discover a new version of myself.

I think that most people are too attached to what they believe they are, that they’re unable to go beyond that story in their head.

In my case, I always believed that I was too quiet to be on sales, that in order to be successful in this business you had to be very outgoing and have a big circle of friends and contacts.

To my surprise, when you make a decision to pursue a career in sales, everything you need is going to be learned along your journey, and you will discover your hidden talents along the way, INCLUDING YOUR HIDDEN PERSONALITIES.

I have discovered so many abilities that I never thought I had, but the most important one is that I discover a NEW ME that it had never emerged unless I put myself to the test.

Let’s talk about resilience next – do you have a story you can share with us?

Childhood often determines our destiny. My mother was a great leader in my village. My village was very close-knit and very picturesque. I have so many beautiful memories. I remember one warm summer afternoon, we started to enjoy the gatherings of friends and neighbors. The block of my house, due to the commerce that my mother had, was a very busy meeting point. My mother was a person with great charisma and enjoyed creating games and coordinating teams = among neighbors. She always had endless ideas for us to have fun safely. We played enchanted, races, hopscotch the little ones, to jump rope, to the “liga” that was one of the busiest entertainments. We made a huge league by cutting strips of tire chamber, tying it knot by knot until it formed a long long league that could be played in different ways. It could be played with 2 people, with 3, with 5 or even more, the more people played represented a more complicated level of play. The challenges were made, and the teams improved each other as the competition would be so much fun. My mother gave away sodas and chips to the winners…..

Reflecting on those moments, I am amazed at the enthusiasm and passion with which we played no matter what the prize would be and how we enjoyed those moments of joy and self- realization completely ignoring what was happening around us. I find it so interesting how my memories are so beautiful and my feelings of longing for that stage of my life, when at the same time I feel a feeling that shakes me internally to think how it is that if those memories are
so beautiful I also remember the burning desire to leave my small town in search of something more, something bigger than myself, that feeling of dissatisfaction for what I was, what I had and what I could be. I ask myself why I wanted to get out of there if I apparently had everything.

We had a comfortable house, we had a shop, that meant we never suffered from hunger, but then why want to get out of there? Where did that dissatisfaction come from? And my thoughts go round and round as if the answer is there, but it is not and it only remains to make conjectures. I dare to think that this dissatisfaction was sown in my heart through a
conversation I had with a maternal uncle, the famous “Tio Benito” who was the patriarch of the maternal family. He always had a “say in all family decisions.” He was the eldest of 9 children. 3 males and 6 females. And as a family custom, he was asked for advice and his suggestions were obeyed as if it were the last word.

On one occasion my mother told him that I was almost going to graduate from elementary school and since there was no middle school that I could attend, it meant one of two options; the first that I would no longer continue my studies and would have to work or the second that I would live outside my village to attend middle school. When my mother told my uncle about this situation, his immediate response was, why do you want her away from you, the best option is to marry her with one of the neighbors across the street, have them built one or two rooms of adobe and here you will have her close since you need her a lot, at that moment, I felt like an allergic sensation to my beloved people, it was an indescribable sensation, a disenchantment that ran through my body from top to bottom and flooded me with despair
and helplessness, as if one day I had felt like a bird with large wings, and the next day those wings were cut off mercilessly. After that conversation, a discontent began to grow in me that grew day by day, a burning desire to leave my town, to fly, even if I did not have wings, to know new horizons and to break schemes that had been imposed on me.

My town’s soft glowing twilights was beginning to turn gray and without horizons. It had been like a sentence at my young age of 11. I do not remember if I cried, I refused to accept that sentence imposed by my uncle, but I do remember that my mother told me that if I was willing to live outside my home at such a young age, she would continue looking for options for me to continue studying.

She went to talk to another aunt; she lived in that city where I wanted to study and asked her for a “little corner” in her house so that I could live there while attending middle school. My aunt’s answer was affirmative and a few days later I was already packing my bags for that first uprooting of the known. Among my clothes, notebooks and backpack that were the essential materials for my adventure, several important things were added, I was accompanied by a sack of potatoes, a sack of beans and a folding cot. That gave me a lot of comfort and security, I would have somewhere to sleep, and I wasn’t going to die of hunger.

And so I began that first adventure outside of my home and everything I knew. I remember that some nights I was overcome with feelings and cried inconsolably under the blankets. There were times when my cousins listened to me and the next day they made fun of me, which caused me to suppress the crying and made me want to run home where my mother’s love was always unconditional and inexhaustible, but I resisted returning to that sentence given by my “Tio Benito,” or I was brave and endured the uprooting, or I would return to my village where there was no hope of achieving those dreams I had of traveling the world.

Today I would tell that girl that all dreams can come true if you overcome those moments where resistance and the desire to return to the known are exchanged for the resilience that already lives within you, because there is no human power on this earth more powerful than the human spirit on fire.

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