Success

Fighter's path

Another door was shut on my face, I couldnt return to that miserable life, no I can't it was too dark, too empty, too scary, not knowing what to do with your life. No I had to keep it together, I cant let go of that dream. I had to think of something, I dont have the money, nor the knowledge to start a company... what to do?
At 17 Im still young, I still have time to obtain both, but I knew that its going to be impossible in my country, so I had to look for another one, where I can exhibit my true passion and force, the USA was too hard, Im not so good at french so France wasnt an option, but then I remembered, the home of Audi, Bmw, Mercedes, Porsche.. Germany was the place to go.
I started learning the language, whilst doing some self-education on car engineering, sketching, and entrepreneurship skills. It was hard keeping up with all these new informations while having my father hating on me because I didnt chose the regular path, the comfortable path, but I had to force through it, specially because I had that girl who always supported me, who didnt care if that meant she will not see me often, nor if I will always be busy, as long as I am happy.
3 years passed, the dream seemed closer, having a good level in Deutsch, already sketched up my model with all the manufacturing details: car engine, suspension,... no the only thing left is, money. I needed to find investors, I set up many meetings with many people, I thought I had a solide plan, but everyone declined, because I was too young...Oh my god! Am I 7 years old again? Thirteen years have past, Im still too young? What am I going to do, I have fought, I gave up on partying, on playin, on fucking up and tripping over shit just to get up here, then the only thing I get is," you're too young"?
I spent all my life, all my time in the persuit of my passion, now at 20 years old,I have nothing, if I comeback to my homeland everyone will mock me as they have been doing all the time in the past. I have to figure it out, but what am I going to do?
Years passed, working as a bartender, zero sign of hope, zero sign of purpose, there was no difference between me and an animal.
It was one night at the bar, I overheard some guy talking, I kept hearing the word project, investment.. a flashback brought every bit of hope back to life, i rushed into the staff room in which I hid my sketches and blue prints. I begged for that guys attention, we talked for a bit, I told him my story and my dream. His name was Alejandro, he wasnt german obviously, but he was a business man from mexico who was also a car guy. He loved the sketches and the vision I had, but he was afraid that he would gamble too much money into this. He asked me for time to think about it, I gave him my number so that he would call me later (no homo) . It was the first time since years, I had those butterfliesin my stomach, that big beating rate of my heart, I was thrilled for the first time in years. I couldnt sleeo that night, thinking what would be his answer...