17 year old me was some kid who got a job working in a warehouse at No Fear making $7 an hour. I took out an $8,000 loan to buy this design computer which was a cheaper Apple. This pic was taken in our trailer home in San Marcos, CA with a broken arm from dirtbike racing sitting at a desk I found while dumpster diving.

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Always Prayed

Always positive

Always dreaming BIG

Always Grinding...

NOTHING HANDED TO ME.

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From what teachers would tell me there was no career path to success for me and I didn't have any strong mentors at this time.

 

It wasn't about the money to me, I just kept somehow finding joy in the moments even when darkness hit hard and the vision of my future was blurry at best. 

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There were way more reasons to give up along the way than to keep going, but I had this deeper belief that just always kept me pushing even though I questioned everything and felt like the world was against me.