My parents aren't free...
When I was 9 years old, I almost died.
My breathing tube was the size of a peanut, and it was closing.
The doctors told my mom that if they don't open it up in time, then I would be killed.
3 months later, I was out of the hospital. But I assume the hospital bill wasn't easy for them because immediately we were evicted out of our house.
Homeless for 2 weeks. Sleeping in the car. When we found a home, we were forced to commute 2 hours back and forth just to get to school and to work. Waking up at 3:30am every morning.
My parents never went to college. My mom never finished high school.
Both of them had to work two jobs just to pay the rent.
They are immigrants from the Philippines.
And so in that moment, at 9 years old, God lit a fire inside me to become financially free.
So that one day, I can retire my parents, and make sure that they never have to work again.
I have made it my mission to help people make their dreams a reality, and show others that it's possible.
I used to be a Peet's Coffee Shop Cashier 3 years ago.
Now I've made upwards of $20,000/mo by mastering 1 skill called high ticket sales and closing.
God is good. And we are almost there. Thanks for reading.
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