Full disclosure, I posted this in another thread but I think it applies here so I am copying and pasting it to this one, as I haven't figured out how to put the link to just my post:
I tell people that I have a story that was built for late night television. With all due respect to those who say you must have money to start(or at least your own), I think I may be the mythbuster to his scenario that the no money start is a myth.
When I first started, it was 5 adults and 3 dogs living in a motel room. 23 years old, No job, no cash, bad credit. We had been evicted from our apt, (long story) and I was giving blood on a weekly basis for food money, to the point my veins finally collapsed and I was no longer allowed to give.
It was at this point, on one of many sleepless nights, at 3 o'clock in the morning, that an older silver haired investor spoke to me through my television.
"You too can be a real estate millionaire with no money down," Carlton Sheets said to me.
Maybe it was the fact that I had no other prospects, maybe it was the fact that it was at 3 am, and everything sounds amazing at 3 o'clock in the morning ,(I'm not even allowed to have a credit card after midnight anymore) but his message really resonated with me.
"Yes I wanted to be a real estate millionaire, and no I didn't have any money," so this was a perfect fit!!
I was so excited that I grabbed my checkbook, which had just $235 (or so I thought) and made the call and bought the course with my check by phone.
However, little did I know that my brother had made the weekly payment for our motel room and had not informed me, so the check bounced.
Somehow, through some miracle, (and also a crappy fulfillment company) the course still arrived.
Over the next few weeks, I followed up with the company to try and pay them for the course but they just couldn't find me in the system. 18 years later, over a thousand deals completed and millions made, I still owe Carlton 200 bucks. (If any of you know him, I'd gladly make good)
I'd love to tell you that once I got the course, it was smooth sailings. Unfortunately, that only happens in the infomercials.
For the next 7 months everything seemed to go from bad to worse. Our arrangement was that 2 of our 5 worked at a local restaurant and covered the bills while my brother and I worked the system. The problem was the dirty old guru secret, it's as simple as they say, just not as easy. (Especially when you have nothing to work with) The bills kept piling up, the tips weren't really covering everything, one after another deal, fell through, and to make matters worse, the only car we had, (but were months behind on the payments) was repossessed.
Back in those days cell phones were a luxury, and definitely didn't have unlimited minutes. Craigslist, realtor.com, and frankly online public records had not been heard of, so pay phones, the real estate photo guide, and the classifieds were my resources.
Daily, I would take the bus to the northside Barnes and Nobles in Lakeland. The payphone in the back was my office phone and the cafe in the front was my office. I would scour the newspaper classifieds right in the store and make daily calls to the possible sellers that listed their homes along with calls to any mtg company in the yellowpages that mentioned private or hard money. (Yes, Carlton's course had a few paragraphs that addressed private money, however he didn't really say how to find it or secure it) I devoured every book I could find in the store on creative real estate investing. (I couldn't afford the books but I read them there)
Offers were made, contracts were signed, money was found, but I just couldn't seem to get the system to come together and the deal would slip through my hands. I must've made 100's of offers through those 6-7 months. Every day I would go out in hope and every night I would come back to the motel room dreading to see the hopeful look on my comrades faces as they would ask if I had got a deal done or about done, and I would have to answer, "not yet."
After 6 months of trial and error, the stress became too much for most of us. The three roommates approached my brother and I with the news that they were throwing in the towel and were moving back to Va., and who could blame them?
Now my brother and I were on our own. We had used up every favor, beg borrowed and... No not stole, but used every resource a our disposal to survive the next few weeks and I decided we needed some kind of job.
I got 2 jobs. One as a evening caller for the Fraternal order of Police. (Yes those guys that call you for the donations that get you a decal from the cops that allow you to run every GREEN light in town)
The second was night security/janitor for the Carpenters Home Church. (A huge 10k seat church that was very well known in central FL)
This still allowed me to make some calls during the day on the church phone. (Saved some quarters)
During one of those days of calls, I came across a classified ad selling a handyman duplex for 25k. When I called the seller, it turned out to be a person I had met months earlier during a different biz venture at the local flea market that I had treated well.
We got to talking and after a good repor building conversation, It turned out that he was pretty wealthy and didn't need the money. He just had this duplex that he had owned for years and had neglected for quite awhile and just needed to get rid of it.
Using all the great knowledge I'd gleened from both the Carlton Sheets course material and all the books I read, I fell back to the one concept I had understood, the first second finance.
"If I give you 16k down, would you Cary back 9k in a second?" I asked.
He thought about it for a few minutes then, because he liked me and because he didn't really need the money, he responded, "sure."
Now I had a contract on this amazing duplex, worth about 40k for 25 with the seller carrying 9k in a second, where was I going to get the 16k?
I called all the contacts I had made over the last 6-7 months and got the same answer I had received for the last 6-7 months.
"You don't have any skin in the game." "You have bad credit, etc, etc."
Dejected, I was at a loss. I had no idea where I was going to find the money.
That's when I met my Walter Riddle.
I had seen another classified that was marketing a package of 5 duplexes for 150k (this was the 90's guys) and so of course I called him.
Walter answered and within 5 minutes I knew that I wasn't the buyer for these properties. (He wanted all cash) We did however continue our conversation and again, built a great repor.
It was somewhere around that time that I mentioned the fact that I had this deal on a duplex I was looking for funding on.
"Actually, I'm a mortgage broker too that only works with private lenders," Walter informed me.
"This property sounds like a good deal." "If you want, I'd love to check it out."
I was flabbergasted!! Had I known that he was a private money guy, I would have probably blown the whole thing, but because I didn't, I was able to build a relationship and here was this guy going to fund my deal!! (And that boys and girls is a course in its self)
Long story short, (yeah a little late for that) he looked at the deal and agreed to lend me 18k. "You're going to need some money for closing costs," he instructed.
"You'll also need a couple bucks to touch the place up to get the one vacant side rent ready."
When we closed the deal, I actually walked away from the table with a check for a little more than $800. This was more money than I'd seen in one place in a long time!!
I took the check, rode the bus to the bank and cashed it into small bills. I brought that money home to the weekly mobile home rental we had been demoted to, walked in and threw the money on the bed. I showed the money to my brother, who's eyes widened in awe of this kings ransom. Then we both took turns rolling in the dough!!
By the end of that year with Walter's backing, we had bought and closed on a total of 34 rental units. That gave us a good enough income to move out of that rat pee smelling trailer and into a 3/2 2500 sqft log cabin, (rental) and then a year later, into a 4300 sqft 7br 51/2 ba, 4300 sqft home that looks like something out of loghome living.
Which btw, we had found a year earlier in a real estate photo guide while we were still in our motel room and had marked down as dream house...
But that's another story!!