I had no job.
I had no insurance.
I had no belongings beyond the 4 doors of my Honda.
I had no friends, connections or 'in roads'.
I told myself when I left Atlanta that I would never look back. I remember thinking along the way, "If I don't make it out here on my own, then I would rather die trying than keep schlepping along in the ignorant Deep South".
Anything could have happened. Winter was fast on its way and it truly was 'sink or swim'.
After two years:
I am insured.
I have a job and a kick ass dog.
I have a furniture-filled apartment with thousands of dollars in computers, guitars, amps, stereo equipment and a nice, new queen sized bed with 1000 thread count sheets.
I'm worth well over $20,000 and have resolved all of my debts.
And you know what?
God/Jesus/Mohammed/Buddha had absolutely nothing to do with it.
I survived solely on ambition and will.
Believe in yourself first and religion becomes unnecessary.
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