I have always been struggling in the face of adversity. Life has always put me in a tight spot since the womb. At 5-6 months gestation, I was born premature and was on the verge of death in an incubator for months.
I have no memory of that fact, but I am told that the doctors did not give a dime for me. Someone had decided to fight to live.
For those who do not know, I am my own story of struggle and overcoming:
  • A difficult gestation and a standing delivery, with with doctors who gave little hope of life. Someone had made the decision to live.
  • Outside, an absent father. According to what I am told, he denied me, a story that one day I must unravel. Consequently, an infancy, childhood and adolescence without that necessary support that is your father.
  • A context of upbringing with a lot of poverty mentality, including the country context, a ballast that I have been removing since I was 33, thanks to being self-taught. Someone had decided to be prosperous (in all the extension of the word) which is not the same as rich. It goes beyond that.
And so, at 45, I continue to struggle, but to positively influence my life (that does not stop) and that of my environment (including them). Finally, someone decided one day to give it his all and start leaving a mark.
So, when someone or something wants to come and defeat me, let them know that I already know the taste of defeat, and the taste of resilience as well.