My story (no value post but copywriting gold nugget)

I’m no spiritualist but…

Apart from believing in God, I'm not the type of guy who believes in "manifestation" and all that type of stuff

No offence to those who believe in it, I just think that you get results by putting in the work. Period. There's no other way around it.

BUT, yesterday I was looking at a couple of Alex Hormozi's tweets before going to bed and I stumped upon this particular tweet

I see the photo, strange... that's the ONLY tweet he's posted a photo in for I don't know how long…

"Crush it."

I slightly look above those two words, a bit on the right, and I see a date

"16th of November"

I feel chills rising up my entire back, getting to the neck

Yes, 17 years ago, in a small village in Moldova, exactly on the 16th of November a little kid was born, that was me.

The thing is I came to Italy when I was very little, 10 months old

My father? In 2007 my father left me and my mom to come here to Italy, in search of a new opportunity, a new life for his new family

He gets the opportunity to work in a factory, he's immediately in. He works like an immigrant, literally.

He didn't talk to his wife for 10 months straight, there was no way he could even say hi, or I love you too.

Does he like his job? Absolutely fucking no.

He's working 14-hour shifts on end, just to get underpaid. "This shitty Moldovan is not even able to understand us ahahah" - Italy at that time was not very tolerant…

Dad? Are you there daddy? Hope everything's going alright.

I'm 5 years old now, I'm back with Dad and Mom all together now here in Italy

Dad opens the door, he's come back from work!

"Hi daddy😆😄"

"Hi sweetie, Dad's home now"

"Dad? Why are you shivering?"

"Daddy's a little tired now"

It's night, I hear Dad shout…

"Daddy! Is everything alright??"

"Go back to sleep sweetie, don't worry for daddy, dad has a little boo-boo on the back but I'm fine"

I look back at it now with tears falling down on my cheeks.

Dad destroyed himself, supported endless days at work, coming back home shivering because of how tired he was, screaming in the night because of how much his back hurt

And now, I want to become like Dad.

You see, Dad didn't stop, no matter what.

He's my idol. F*ck it. Even though in a lot of introduction posts I say I love Eminem, he's not even 1% of what Dad means to me

The last couple of days I've been working on Skool like a dog. Mom and Dad are genuinely worried.

When I still was on holiday, I woke up, ate, and worked the entire day.

And I don't want to sound like those kids who love to say bullshit because I was one of them

No, that's not the case now. On holiday I worked 10+ hours a day

Now, whenever I'm not in school I'm on Skool. I don't even care about sleep no more. I go to bed at around 1am to wake up at 5.30am and do 45 mins of work before school

I've never made bigger investments in my life as I did this month - I paid around $350 dollars in total to get mentorship (that's a fucking ton of money for me)

Dad came to me a couple of hours ago and told me "if you continue like this I'll forget how you look like, you're always working"

Mom's worried that I'll be getting mentally ill because of all this work.

The question is: did I make any money?

No.

Do I care?

Absolutely not, because I'm just starting out.

The only thing that's different is that I'm all in.

I just wished I had gotten into this stage much earlier…

But there's no way to change the past, we can only change the future.

The last thing: Dad still has a lot of pain.

I'll take it away for him, all of it.

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