17 Year Old Risk

When I was 17, I had a landscaping job making really good money for how I was.

I was being trained in school and on the job to run the business until I started my own one day. Pretty much, I was being set up for the all mighty American dream: to work hard and support myself and a family one day.

But something didn’t feel right. Landscaping a yard didn’t make me feel alive the way riding ride. Laying sod didn’t set my soul on fire.

If was getting old then, what happens in 30-40 years? It was then I made the choice to drop out of high school in pursuit of my dream.

I was young. I was inexperienced and I didn’t care what my teachers or anyone else had to say. I had a dream. I had a vision and that’s all I cared about.

Luckily my parents supported me emotionally but were unable to help finically. So, I made the most logical decision at the time and at the age of 17, I moved 13 hours south from Cape Cod, MA to Greenville, NC risking all the comfort of my family and well paying job at home.

I was on my own with no real guarantee of making money in the near future. But, my vision kept me motivated and the willingness to never give up and always take action in the direction of accomplishing my goals to live my dream despite brain tumors, major injury, depression, abuse, heartbreak, and financial instability.

What do you envision for your life and what are you willing to do, sacrifice, or put up with to see it come true? 💚✌️

-Josh P.

📸 @jciake