We’ll get to why that is, but first, I want you to know what they called me as a kid:
Fat. Lazy. Stupid.
I grew up on a dirt road in Missouri, and I had big dreams about cars and money - what kid doesn’t? The problem was, my appetite for junk food was a lot stronger than my appetite for success.
I hated school. It just didn’t interest me. Occasionally a class would pop up that flipped my switch, and I’d ace it. But the rest of the time? I was a solid D student.
The other kids made fun of me for being dumb. Hell, even the teachers did.
When I told them that I wanted to play football at Notre Dame, the teacher pretty much laughed in my face. Apparently, colleges like that weren’t for kids like me.
I was told that I wasn’t "the cream of the crop", and I believed it! Hell, I didn’t even feel like part of the crop!
That teacher had a plan in mind for me. Society had a plan in mind for me:
Leave education at the first legal opportunity. Join the workforce. Flip burgers. Die.
Honestly, I’d rather just fast forward to the final part. Even as a kid, I knew that there had to be more to life than boring classrooms, more than a 9-5 job that I hated. I knew it, but I just didn’t know how to change my circumstances.