I realize this post is 4 plus years old, and most would ask themselves "why is he commenting on this?" Feel free to do so.
When I was in my early 20's, I hit ROCK BOTTOM. Homeless, no job, hungry, depressed. One day I was walking by a chain of stores in OKC and saw all these butt ugly ad signs in the windows, including the one at the pizza shop. I was hungry and willing to even sweep and mop just to get a bite to eat, instead, I told the manager that I could decorate his window by painting it. He was skeptical, so I used a pen and napkin to illustrate a design for him and he was sold. Long story short, it turned into a chain reaction, where stores in the vicinity wanted me to do their windows. I made so much money I was able to get an apartment, and a contractor "discovered" me, gave me a job in his company, and off to college I went. Even today, I make a little extra cash for Christmas by painting Christmas murals on store windows, just for kicks. I tell my kids this story, because for one, I want them to believe anything is possible, because it is.
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"In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd." ~ Miguel de Cervantes
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