This was my beginning in the United States. I had no friends, no English, no plan, just a dream. I remember walking into this empty room with my suitcase and feeling both terrified and alive at the same time. I didn’t know where to start, so I started small. I found a few students who were leaving the university and spent the only 150 dollars I had on this mattress, chair, and desk. That was my first investment. Not in furniture, but in myself. Every night in that room, I promised I would make it worth it. That I would learn, grow, fail, and get back up until something worked. And slowly, it did. Looking back now, this picture isn’t just a memory. It is proof that every dream begins in silence, when no one is watching, no one is cheering, and you have to believe before anyone else does. If you are in that stage right now, keep going. One day, this will be your “before” picture too. Did you ever have a beginning like this? What did that look like for you?