A Typing Lesson: How to become the impossible

Back when I was in high school, I developed a love for computers.

πŸ•Ή πŸ“Ί This love started with video games

I'd visit a friend whose parents had deep pockets to play video games.

Because I didn't own a gaming station, let alone a TV.

I watched TV through the neighbors living room window across from our house — on Saturdays only.

Baywatch, MacGyver, Rambo, and others were my staple.

Imagine a short guy peeking through the neighbor's window.

I had a friend named Eugene. 

He was a cool guy, a good gamer, and he had all the latest gadgets.

Not to bash Eugene, but he was such a spoiled brat.

A bunch of other friends from not well to do families and I would frequent Eugene's place.

I remember sitting in his parents' living room.

It was great hanging out with one of the cool kids.

I was never really one of the cool kids until recently.

There's a process to becoming part of the inner circle.

πŸ€œπŸΏπŸ€›πŸΏ I had another friend called Jafet, a big guy

I nicknamed him Fatty Fat.

He was studying computers.

Sitting next to him in class made me want to get into computers too.

But there was a problem.

Fatty and I had different majors, and I couldn't change mine to computers.

Looking back, what he was learning was pretty elementary, but the object of my envy at the time nonetheless.

When he would go to the computer class, I would go to my major class.

Can't even remember what that was, I'm sure it was boring as hell.

We were burning the soles off our school shoes, walking the town in our uniform…

…listening to music.

The more I hung out with Fatty Fat, the more I grew fond of the idea of computers.

I think the computer class was reserved for a specific class of students, so I never got into that elite club.

I had to find my own way to learn computers.

Operating a computer required learning how to type.

Especially considering that access to a computer was limited.

As you might imagine, learning to type requires some keyboard attached to a computer, or at the time, typewriters were a bit more common.

🦸🏿‍♂️ All I had was sheer determination

I wanted in on the fun.

So I found an old cardboard box and drew a keyboard schematic.

Honestly, I don't even know where I got a reference keyboard to draw the keys in the correct order.

But somehow, I did.

Then I cut out three sides of each key to enable my fingers to get that muscle feedback.

That feedback was crucial to build the muscle memory required for the brain to know where each key is located intuitively.

I believe it only took me a few weeks to reach a decent typing mastery level.

A couple of years later, I did manage to get into a Microsoft Office beginner class at my school for free, right before the Y2K frenzy struck.

πŸ’‘ What I learned from this experience was that nothing was impossible

And nothing has been impossible since for me.

Many years later, Imagine The Impossible became my tagline, my slogan.

Come to think of it…

…it inspired my approach to business and pretty much everything else in my life.

So if you are struggling to build your business…

Or no one believes in you.

Believe in yourself.

No matter how small your dreams may seem, all you need is to believe and imagine the impossible.

And of course, go cut a cardboard and make your keyboard.

What did you have to overcome to become the impossible or what are you struggling with right now?

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