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INTRODUCTION

In this e-book I am going to share with you my thoughts and feelings as well as an insider‘s viewpoint to my life. I am going to tell you about my experiences growing up and the struggles I went through to get where I am today. As you will see, even though I have always had the drive and ability to be great, I have always struggled with the lack of the belief in myself. It‘s a very tough world we all live in. I have failed time-and-time again with very little success but I have never given up on myself. I know I‘m going to make it one day and I will share with you everything I do on a daily basis to improve the likelihood of success.

I will share with you the foundation and building blocks I have learned over the years to climb my way to the top towards success.

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THE BEGINNING

I was five-years-old, living in a small suburban town in California. I lived in the average three-bedroom, two-bath, and middle-class home. Our house had a lot of character because the house was about 20 years old and was becoming creaky. It was a dark brown, two-story home with a light brown trim. I remember gazing at it from the street and noticing it appeared as though it were smiling at me through the squinty windows above the garage.

There were two of them next to one another and centered underneath them, a basketball hoop which took shape of a pointy nose. Lastly, the garage with its open light-brown mouth and square shaped teeth in the shape of a wide smile. This was all very ironic because I didn‘t feel very happy.

Our backyard wasn‘t very large but it had all the necessary amenities for my older brother, my younger sister, and me. We had a two-story wooden playhouse in our backyard where we spent countless hours playing in, on, and around. The most significant memory I have of our playhouse is jumping off the 10-foot-high roof. It took me months to conjure up enough courage to do so but I had to prove to my older brother I was a brave soldier before I could earn his respect.

My brother is six years older than I am and he picked on me all the time while we were growing up. He was a lot stronger than me (and still is) and he always found a way to antagonize me.

I remember him sitting on my chest, pinning my arms to the floor, and fiercely tapping my forehead over and over again until I would cry. He also used to beat me up with MY stuffed gorilla (obviously, I never won). There were times I had fun playing with him but others when I despised him because he was mean and much bigger than I. He went overboard many times and to this day, if anyone touches me in a way that I don't care for, I get very defensive. Although I‘ve never been in a real fist fight, I used to have a very short fuse. I have since learned to control it.

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As a family, we created fond memories in our house and, for the most part, we were just like any other middle-class American family. Unfortunately, almost all the fond memories I have are between my siblings and I. I don‘t recall very many good times between my mom and dad. The only interactions I remember between them were of them fighting. They would stand in the kitchen screaming at each other for hours at a time. It definitely felt like hours would pass before they finally stopped yelling and because they were both stubborn individuals, nothing would ever be resolved.

Eventually their relationship drifted apart and they split up.

I was told I was going to be living with my dad, my sister was going to be living with my mom, and my brother was going to be living with his dad.

Without even being aware of it at the time, my parents‘

divorce was the beginning of an unstable upbringing which has always haunted me and still does to this day. I have worked very hard to become the person I am today. Although my parents have always loved my siblings and me unconditionally, I have lived in more places than most, have had to make new friends more times than most, and haven‘t had the foundation in my life as most. I have always longed for stability in my life, but have yet to experience it.

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WE MOVED OUT

When my parents first split up my dad and I lived in a small apartment a few miles away from my mom and sister, but unfortunately a few months later, we moved again because my dad got a new job. I was forced to move about two hours away from my mom and sister. To an adult, two hours might not be very far, but to a five-year-old child, living two hours away from a parent is very difficult.

At first, life didn‘t seem to be all that bad. My dad and I temporarily stayed with some friends of his while he placed all his responsibilities in order. Within a year‘s time, we had lived in at least three different homes in three different towns.

Although I would rather have had my family stay together, I do remember something very unique and exciting about each of the homes we lived in. As a five-year-old boy, I was very adventurous and curious. My dad worked long hours and because I hadn‘t made any friends in the neighborhood we were staying in, I would go outside by myself and explore my surroundings. This was the beginning of my adventurous and daring nature.

I specifically remember exploring a new housing development‘s construction site because it was next door to the house we were temporarily living in; there were tractors and other miscellaneous construction machines for me to play on. I vividly recall pretending to be a Pirate on an adventure to find buried treasure. I was on the hunt for a treasure when I stumbled upon a large cement pipe (used for sewage) – it was about the length of a football field with a diameter of about five feet. I‘m sure it looked much bigger than it really was since I was only five-years-old at the time, but that‘s how I remember it.

I slowly approached the pipe and as I apprehensively gazed down the pitch black tunnel, I visualized a dark cave with Check out our free business development and marketing resources and loads of great information. www.suitedmarketing.com or email us at info@suitedmarketing.com.

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skeletons, cobwebs, and booby traps. I remember thinking to myself, ―There has to be some sort of treasure in this amazing cave.‖ After about ten minutes of contemplation, I finally decided to take the plunge into the pitch black tunnel. I didn‘t know what scary monster or killer bee awaited me but I was going to be courageous and take the plunge anyway.

As I stumbled down the tunnel, my legs weakened and began shaking; I breathed heavy, and began dripping with anxious perspiration. Just as I was about to turn back, I could see light at the opposite end of the tunnel. I slowly turned my body around to view behind me, and to my amazement, I was able to see just about the same amount of light as that being emitted in front of me. By comparing the two ends I figured I was about half-way through the tunnel.

Getting to the end of the tunnel was going to be an amazing accomplishment for me because I knew I was going to find a treasure and conquer all the fears I wrongfully experienced.

As I neared the end of the tunnel, my little foot kicked a light-weight and semi-solid object lying on the floor beneath me. I couldn‘t see the ground so I knelt down and reached my hand into the grimy water beneath me. I began to feel around. My feet and hands were cold, wet, and muddy from the small amount of dirty water. After a few minutes of searching I found the item I had kicked. To my amazement it was a dead, dried up star fish!

To this day I have no idea how the star fish ended up on the floor of the tunnel, but at the time I didn‘t care because I knew I had found the treasure I was looking for and was as happy as I could possibly be! In high spirits, I swiftly ran to the end of the tunnel without fear, without regret, and without realizing it! I not only found the treasure I was searching for, I also overcame the fears I was briefly faced with to find it.

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EARTHQUAKE

A few months later my dad and I moved to another friend‘s house in the bay area. I don‘t remember much about this short-lived homestead except that my dad and I shared a bedroom. One late October night I was sleeping and was suddenly awakened by the shaking of my bed. I had no idea where the shaking was coming from or what was happening but very shortly thereafter it stopped. I was only half awake while the event occurred so after it stopped, I turned over and went back to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I immediately remembered what happened the night before and my first thought was there was something under my bed. The first thing I did was look under it but to my surprise, there was nothing there. I was frightened. I had no idea what had caused such a catastrophe.

Later that evening I asked my dad what had caused the events from the evening before. Again, I was only five-years-old at the time, and my thoughts manifested visions of monsters, vampires, werewolves, and other scary creatures. However, my dad comforted me by saying, ―Congratulations son. You have just experienced your first earthquake.‖ Until that day, I had no idea how powerful an earthquake and Mother Nature could be. Years later I asked my dad about the experience and he told me the earthquake was very low on the Richter scale; nothing even fell off the shelves.

At the time of the earthquake, I had no idea how mysteriously Mother Nature worked but years later I knew my fears were manifested from nothing.

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FRIENDS WERE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

Over the span of two years, my dad and I had moved a number of times. In fact, I hadn't had an opportunity to make very many friends. To this day, I have little recollection of any friends until I was the age of six. Although I had great spirits, and was very friendly, I didn‘t know how to make friends my age and how to socialize with them. I remember being thrown into kindergarten and not knowing a single person because I was in a new and unfamiliar place. I used to sit at a picnic table during recess with my head down, waiting for someone to come up to me to ask me to play, but no one ever did. It was very hard to be young, alone, and in an unfamiliar environment all the time, but I had no choice.

At the age of six, I met my first real friend; his name was Dan. We didn‘t know each other very long but the friendship was very pleasant, nonetheless. I went over to his house a few times and he came over to my house a few times. We had a great time playing G.I. Joe together but shortly after our friendship started, my dad and I had to move again. I never saw Dan again.

During the summer following my kindergarten year, my dad and I moved into a duplex with one of his friends; his name was Gary. I remember his name because we made a bet one time that there wasn‘t a Garbage Pail Kid named after him.

Unfortunately for me, I lost the bet; the Garbage Pail Kid‘s name was ―Geeky Gary.‖ I will never forget that funny picture. I may still have the card he gave since I still own a box of the funny cards.

At the time we moved in, Gary and my dad were good friends. One day they decided to become daring entrepreneurs and open a sporting goods store together. Every day after school I would go to the store to help out with chores and miscellaneous tasks. Since we were there all the time, my dad put a cot in the back of the store for me to sleep on whenever I got tired.

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I will never forget the weekend of the May Fair hosted by the shopping center where my dad‘s store was located. The Domino‘s Pizza located next door to ―our‖ store was having a contest to see who could guess how many pepperoni slices were in a jar they had filled. They were giving away seven free pizzas to the person who could guess the closest to the correct number. I didn‘t know much about numbers and quantity at the time, but the boy next to me guessed 4000 and for some strange reason, I guessed 400.

The next day I heard the great news. I had won the seven free pizzas because I guessed the closest to the correct number of pepperoni slices! I couldn‘t believe it! I had never won anything before. I was ecstatic! It felt great to win something, regardless of size or quantity. I experienced a great rush of joy.

Another memory I have of the sporting goods store was as great as winning free pizza, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. I made friends with a boy who regularly came around the store to buy sporting equipment. He was the closest person I had to a friend. We would run all over the shopping center together, playing cops and robbers, and always having a great time together until one day when he lost my trust forever.

For some odd reason, and to keep myself entertained, I got the dumb idea to ask my dad if I could ―tidy-up‖ the cash register and for some odder reason, he let me do it. Just as I asked, I

―tidied‖ up the cash register, but not before ―borrowing‖ seventy dollars. I intended to pay it back but I still don‘t know why I did it.

The temptation was there and the opportunity was present… so I took it. After ―tidying-up‖ the cash register, I took my new-found fortune and ventured to the local convenience store. There I bought a delicious chocolate-chip cookie. After that, I skipped all the way to a comic store on the other end of the shopping center.

There I bought five packs of Garbage Pail Kids and chewed each Check out our free business development and marketing resources and loads of great information. www.suitedmarketing.com or email us at info@suitedmarketing.com.

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of the five complimentary pieces of bubble gum I received in the packs of trading cards.

I spent about ten dollars before bragging to my ―friend‖

about what I had done. He did the right thing and told my dad, but I was still very upset. My dad immediately became enraged and punished me. After spanking me ten times he sent me to lie on the cot in the back room as punishment and I was told not move from it for the rest of the day. I never spoke to my friend again. To this day, I regret not forgiving him and wish I could go back and do just that.

My dad and Gary did not have a very long business relationship and as a result, lost their friendship. One day, for a reason I‘m unaware of, Gary decided to pack his things and run from the business. He left my dad with all the debts and responsibilities. As an end result, my dad had to close the business for good.

After the store closed, my dad still had to make ends meet to support both of us. Every day before and after school, I had to go to a babysitter‘s house while he was at work. I really didn‘t enjoy being there because the babysitter‘s son would find ways to pick on me and it really affected me negatively. I complained to my dad about him, but it didn‘t do any good. I was increasingly and steadily becoming unhappy with my living situation.

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MOVING HOME WITH MOM

At the age of seven, I decided to live with my mother because she was a housewife and would be emotionally and physically available to me whereas my dad wasn‘t because he worked all the time. I really needed one of my parents consistently in my life. I didn‘t have anyone to turn to and I knew my mom was going to always be available to me.

When I moved to my mother‘s house about two hours away from my dad I had already been to three different schools and was about to embark on a journey through my fourth. I made a few new friends at the school I newly attended (one of which I‘m still great friends with today) then had to move again after the school year was over because one of our family friends had a stroke and needed someone to take care of her house in another town, of course.

Our family friend‘s house was about an hour and a half away from my new best friend and because of the move, I rarely got to see him. For the beginning of the third grade my sister and I were put into an overcrowded primary school and, within a week, we were moved to another school. This new school would be my sixth.

We only spent one year at the new school because our family friend passed away and we were no longer needed to take care of her home. During my third grade school year I tried out for the local little league baseball team but did not make the cut.

There were too many kids and not enough teams to be able to allow everyone to play. I was slightly upset but, since I hadn‘t ever played baseball before, wasn‘t devastated and quickly moved on. At the time, my sister was playing T-ball so my parents asked if I could join her team. Her coach agreed and I had a great time filling in on her team for the rest of the season.

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My third grade class was very unique because the class was equally divided between third and sixth graders. To this day, I still don‘t know how that worked out, but it did. There I met the girl of my dreams! She was gorgeous! I will never forget her. Her name was Heidi. I still think of her all the time and wish I could be reunited with her one day. I was in the third grade class and she was in the sixth grade class. If it weren‘t for her babysitting a girl down the street from our house, I would have never become friends with her.

After my third grade year was over we had to move again.

Heidi and I kept in touch for a few more years but eventually went different directions. She came to visit me a few times and in fact, was the first girl I had ever held hands with. Even though we were very young at the time and I don‘t know her anymore, I know in my heart that she‘s still just as amazing today as she was back then. I have looked for her a few times over the years but have not been able to find her. We all move on, just as I have, and carry with us those important people who touch our lives for the rest of our lives.

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OUR FIRST REAL HOME

After third grade, we stayed with family for a few months and then my parents bought a double-wide mobile home in a new town. My sister and I didn‘t know anyone in the area, but by this time, we had become each other‘s best friend so it wasn‘t a big deal. In the fall of 1988 we started a new school and within a short period of time, began making new friends.

We had to start over too many times for such a young age; it really took its toll on her and me. We didn‘t have a foundation of friends, family, nor stability built anywhere. Luckily for us, we were going to be staying in the same home for the next four years.

This allowed us the opportunity to make many friends.

I started fourth grade with high hopes. I really wanted to make new friends. It wasn't long before my personality allowed me to do so. I have really fond memories of fourth grade. The friends I made that school year were going to be my friends for the next four years because we all had the same classes together.

That year I decided to try out for the local little league baseball team. I wasn't going to give up on sports just yet. I had always enjoyed playing catch with my step-dad and he could tell I had a natural talent for the sport. There weren't really any other organized sports leagues in the area so I really didn't have much of a choice in different sports. I really wanted to play basketball but I wasn't very good at the time.

Behind our home there was a cemented canal primarily used for water drainage and due to the semi-spherical shape and smooth surface the local skateboarders turned it into a half-pipe. I really enjoyed going there to watch the older kids skate up and down the half-pipe, and after a few months, decided I also wanted to be a skateboarder. My parents bought me a skateboard and I began to diligently practice until I was good enough to skate in the Check out our free business development and marketing resources and loads of great information. www.suitedmarketing.com or email us at info@suitedmarketing.com.

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As soon as I began to become proficient at skateboarding my dreams were shattered when the city decided to cement over the canal due to safety issues and because the canal was considered private city property. To this day I‘m very disappointed that I didn‘t get to pursue skateboarding because I really enjoyed it.

Back then there was no such thing as public skate parks, and by the time they began to build them, I was too old to really care to learn.

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FIRST SIGNS OF HAPPINESS

For once in my life, I was really happy. At the age of 13, and after living in the same area for four years, I was able to make many great friends. We had a group of about ten of us, and since we all had the same classes together, we built a very strong bond.

The bond was so tight between all of us that I still am in contact with a handful of them today, but unfortunately for me, after four years of living in the same place, we had to move again!

The fact we were going to move again was devastating for me because I was going to have to start from scratch, make new friends, and go to a new school. My parents wanted to stay in the area, but things didn‘t work out that way. We moved into a very nice house, which was great, but it was still very difficult because I didn‘t know anyone.

After a short period of time, I began to make new friends.

I‘ve always been a friendly person and making friends has never been too difficult for me, but unfortunately for me, before graduating high school I had a total of six best friends move out of town. In addition, I lost a handful of friends during high school because they were transferred to a newly built school.