As long as I can remember, I’ve always had big dreams.
I remember wanting to be a doctor, an NBA player, in a boy band.
Yes a boy band… what can I say, New Kids On The Block were big when I was growing up.
I wanted to make lots of money so that I could give my mom and dad money for taking care of me.
I wanted to buy all of my friends lunches and baseball cards.
I figured if I was successful, I could take better care of people, especially my family and close friends.
“You’re not good enough, smart enough.”
I grew up being told I wasn’t good enough or smart enough to be a successful.
I struggled in school and was constantly told by teachers I needed to try harder.
I was trying as hard as I could.
For whatever reason I just could’t seem to grasp the material as quickly as the other kids.
My grades were terrible, my happiness was in the dumps, and my confidence, nonexistent.