After 1 whole year of sobriety, my dad eventually fell off the wagon and disappeared on one final bender.
He was gone for off the map for nearly 5 months until we got a call at 6am one morning before school.
He had overdosed on drugs and passed away in his sleep while living in a homeless shelter in Portland, Maine.
I'm not gonna lie, that fucked me up pretty bad.
I stopped going to school and no longer cared about anything.
I'll spare you the details but to sum it up, I almost didn't graduate high school because I spent most of my time smoking weed and getting drunk with my friends.
Thanks to a few good teachers who cared, I was able to pull things together in my senior year and recapture the burning desire I once had to be successful.
I buried myself in school work and graduated from Bonny Eagle High School in 2003.
Then I had bills to pay.
So my dreams got put on hold and I got a job as laborer for a local construction company.
I figured I’d work this job for a year or so while I figured out what I was going to do with my life.
Like most young adults, I thought my path to success was going to college, getting a cozy office job and making around $40k per year.
So the “starting a business” idea got put on the back burner and I started taking night classes at Southern Maine Community College.
I chose to pursue an Associates Degree in Architectural & Engineering Design because I thought it was the most “realistic” way to combine my creative skills with the experience I had acquired while working in the construction industry.
At this point I wanted out of the construction job so I worked hard and dedicated myself to becoming the best Cad Drafter I could be.
My efforts paid off when I landed a job as an entry level Cad Drafter at a local engineering firm while I was still in my first year of college.
I got my degree within 3 years and was happy with that cozy office job for a while.
I even considered transferring to University of Maine to pursue a Bachelor’s Degree and become a licensed architect.
I was 23 years old, making $17 per hour and thought I had made it.
And in the eyes of my family and friends, I was a massive success.
But eventually reality started to sink in.
Yea, I had my own apartment and was no longer living in my girlfriend’s mom’s trailer.
I had a decent running pickup truck that got me to work every day.
I had a motorcycle.
All my basic living expenses were covered.
We could even eat out once a week.
But that’s where it ended.
I often thought about the experience with Mike’s RX-7 and the promise I made to myself that night.
Eventually I realized the path I was on wasn’t going to get me the life I wanted.
I began to look around at my co-workers who had been working in the same field for 20,30, or even 40+ years.
None of them seemed happy with their lives and I surely didn’t want to end up like them.
So I turned to the internet for answers.
I opened up Google and typed in: “How to start a business”.
I fell into the rabbit hole and learned all I could about the different businesses I could start.
I discovered internet marketing, and learned that the success of a business comes down to solving a real problem in the world.
Then you gotta be able to attract the right customers and convert them into a sale while still making a profit in the end.
One day I met my grandfather for lunch and told him about my desire to start a business and leave my safe office job I had worked so hard to get.
A few weeks later we met for lunch again and he gave me a book called “The Secret” which introduced me to the concept of “The Law of Attraction”.
That book showed me that focusing on positive thoughts would help bring the positive change in my life that I wanted.
I had a lot of negative beliefs and mental programming from my childhood that needed to be fixed if I ever wanted to be successful in business.