There is a man, wich as I a grew I could understand.
No sentimentalism, no hugs, no “I love you”,
man of few words and you would think he was one of those nerds.
At age 16 he was on his own, he made his little town that is
unknown to be known. Times were much harder in Spain
with a cool little dictator as a shame.
As I grew older I saw a pattern from people that
achieve “great goals” or are in the “1 percent”
when he started with not even one cent.
The pattern, smart, working day and night, he hits a
brick wall over and over again and he will still go on.
For his mentality is not uncommon, fear of failure?….
o yes, he has been broke, but he was a man
you can obviously call a man-stoke. He will get
back again and again and again and keep on fighting.
He believed on his ideas to make them work, and
as he said as I was a young kid “always do something
that makes them happy (meaning the ‘top 1 percent)
or do, what the british accomplished
in the battle of Waterloo, they provided a service
to the Queen that no others could.
That in essence is what this man does.
He would get up early,very early in the morning and
say “Lets lift Spain up”. There was failure in his
life, and more failure and more, and a bunch of times
he was broke, but he got up the next day after
failure and failure and mumbled to himself, “Lift Spain up”,
and he was so sure of himself to add….that is my dad.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.