10 years ago, my landlord knocked on my door and told me I had 30 days to move out.
I was already working two jobs and barely keeping up with rent.
When I asked for more time, he laughed and said, "If you're still broke at your age, that's your problem."
I packed my things and moved into a tiny room above a mechanic's shop.
The noise was unbearable, but it was all I could afford.
For the next few years, I worked every overtime shift I could get.
While everyone else spent weekends relaxing, I was building a small online business from my phone.
Most people thought I was wasting my time.
Then one afternoon, I received a call that changed everything.