AND BACK.
I died twice in my first week of life and was brought back both times. That's not a metaphor. I grew up without role models, without a plan, without a safety net. I started as a waiter, slept on couches, and at some point I had a hundred thousand dollars in debt and no idea how to get out.
What changed was one moment. I stopped imitating someone else. I realized that my story, my way, my path is the only thing that separates me from everyone else – and I started working with it instead of hiding it. From that day on, things moved.