Cher annonceur, cher créatif : Un petit test à votre intention
Ceux et celles qui me lisent régulièrement connaissent maintenant assez bien l’état d’esprit des 40+. Mais, voilà, je me sens un peu seul devant mon écran d’ordinateur. J’ai besoin de votre participation. Rien de compliqué. Votre mission, si vous l’acceptez, consiste à deviner le taux de retour de deux textes de marketing direct pour de l’assurance-vie. Il s’agit de véritables textes qui ont été mesurés aux États-Unis. Vous devez aller sur mon blogue (www.40plus.blog.com) pour lire les textes et m’envoyer vos pronostics sur le taux de retour du texte A et celui du texte B. Je vais vous donner les réponses dans le prochain numéro ainsi que le nom de la personne dont la prédiction sera la plus juste. Les textes sont en anglais. Bonne prédiction !
Texte A :
Dear ___________
Imagine the perfect vacation...Would it be traveling to some exotic new resort ? Or reading a stack of mysteries at home ? Would it be mastering a new golf course ? Or visiting your grandchildren ?
Now consider a relevant fact : retirement for many people lasts 20 years or more. Can you imagine 20 vacations ?
My point is that it will take a little bit of planning to accomplish all you want in retirement. That's why many of my clients are reviewing their retirement plans now. After all, one's retirement should be meaningful, fulfilling and free from financial worry. Through careful planning now, you can do everything - travell, sports, theater, community work - that makes for a highly rewarding retirement.
Texte B :
Dear_______________
I was walking through the woods behind my house awhile back and saw a sixty-something couple with what appeared to be a grandchild, a little girl of about seven. It was one of those scenes in life you sometimes unsuspectingly come across that stirs something in you deeply.
The grandmother was sitting on a tree stump, eating a bright red apple while writing something on a pad. Granddad was on his knees, holding up a rock, pointing out his granddaughter tiny creatures that were clinging to the rock and scurrying about on the moist musky ground he had uncovered. Curiously, a crow perched high in a nearby tree was frantically squawking as though letting me know he was enjoying the scene as much as I was. That must have been so because crows usually don't like people around.
That scene has replayed itself in my mind many times since that day. I have been wondering about the joys I will seek in my retirement and wondering about all those I have helped in planning life in retirement.

