Failing Into Financial Freedom
By: Denise Porter
As you may have already noticed, I am an immigrant. We arrived on a Pan Am flight from South America and I do something that many Americans are afraid to do – I make all of my money working from home.
America, as we all know, was built on the backs of immigrants whether they arrived on slave ships or swam across the Rio Grande, by a slow boat from China or a steamship from Ireland. We are all descended from immigrants in some way (except for Native Americans they wandered over from Asia so long ago, that it doesn’t count).
I came to America with my mother and 4 siblings when I was 10 years old. We were told that the streets of America were paved in gold and, after seeing a picture postcard of Times Square at night, I totally believed this.
Once we got here and I saw the luxurious accommodations that my father had procured for us, I was sold. We lived in a spacious 2 bedroom apartment with indoor plumbing (can you imagine? A toilet in your house of all places!), a color television (in my country only the very wealthy knew what a television was), and a door man (you know , a guy in a funny coat who opens the door for you, puts your bags in the car, and all that jazz). Please, don’t get me started on the ability to do your laundry in 2 hours or less or even the fact that my parents didn’t need a bicycle to get to work!
Immigrants realize early on that – Even The Poorest American Can Live In The Lap Of Luxury.
Unfortunately my parents separated immediately and my mother and her 5 kids were left to fend for themselves. My mother was a nurse and had secured a post at the largest hospital in Brooklyn where she worked hard and was eventually promoted to supervisor (this even though she was a black woman with an accent who was disliked and disrespected by her peers because she was a foreigner).
She sponsored all of her brothers and sisters and their children and we all lived in that 2 bedroom apartment! Within 5 years she purchased a three story brownstone, where we all lived (nieces, uncles, five kids, yeah all of us) until college or marriage took us away. As you can see even In The Face Of Adversity the American Dream Is Still Available to Everyone.
All my life I heard the statistic that first generation immigrants are highly entrepreneurial and fantastically successful to boot. I always wondered why this trait had bypassed me, had my upbringing in America wrested from me the ability to not only dream impossibly big dreams but also to make those dreams reality?
I joined the Marine Corps instead of going to college as my mother had planned. I barely made it through my 4 years because I was very outspoken, a free thinker, and had a healthy disdain for authority – not admirable traits in a Marine.
I was almost, but not quite, successful in corporate America as I was dogged by the same two traits and a feeling that I really did not fit in. The immigrant blood that coursed through my veins led me to start a few "side" businesses from the safety of the corporate world. They all failed for one reason or another.
I was laid off from my job and now a short time later I can truly say that I had to fail fast and often to finally see the path to success.
Take this one away with you - To Be Truly Successful, You Have To Be Willing To Fail.
Denise Porter, Life Style Mentor and Successful Entrepreneur, is helping many become the next success story. Whether you're looking to create an extra few thousand dollars per month, be an ex-corporate executive, or the next millionaire Mom, Denise can assist you to create a second stream of income and greater peace of mind. visit : Success
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