Hey everyone,
I just want to tell you my story today. Not to show off - but perhaps to motivate one or two people who are wondering whether they even have a chance.
Because I didn't have one either. At least not at first sight.
I grew up in a family of migrant workers, we hardly had any money. Harz IV was everyday life. I still remember well what it was like to wish for something as a child - and then look into the faces of my parents, who had to explain to me why it wasn't possible. Not because they didn't want to. But because it simply wasn't possible. That hurts, even if you might not understand it back then like you do today.
Things got a little better for us when I was 15. And when I was 16, I started my first mini-job. I worked in construction for two weeks, scaffolding - really hard. I earned €900. And put it straight into a PC and monitors. Was I disappointed afterwards? No. I was young, had dreams - and for the first time I felt like I could afford something. That was worth its weight in gold.
Then came Tropical Islands. 12.50 an hour. My dream back then was an Audi A4 for €9000. So I went every damn Saturday and Sunday. 1.5 hours drive - there and back. Rain, snow, whatever. I did my A-levels on the side. I pursued my goal for two years. And in the end, I actually had the €9,000 together.
I was on the verge of buying the car. But then my parents talked me into it. They said: "You're young. Think ahead. Invest in your future, not in a car that will lose value tomorrow." And that clicked. I had been reading about shares since I was 14. Now I really meant it.
At first, of course, it was the dream of making a quick buck. Who hasn't experienced that? But I soon realized: that's not reality. I started with €2000. My mother was totally against it. She was afraid I'd lose everything. But I showed her. I showed her the courses, the small successes. And she saw: The boy isn't just doing it on a whim.
Today I'm 18 and my deposit is almost €9,000.
And I tell everyone who comes from a "simple" background: you can achieve something. It doesn't matter where you come from. It's where you want to go.
Now I'm starting my training with the federal police. And I want to grow. Personally, professionally - and financially. Not to be rich. But to be free.
Because it was never just a dream for me. It was my way out.
My way of giving something back. And to prove to myself that you can make your dreams come true even without a golden spoon in your mouth - if you're prepared to fight
