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“If you don’t study you will end up like him,” my math teacher said barely holding his frustration back.”

(Partly, it was my fault, I was never good at Math, I am still not.)

“I don’t care about Math, because I want to become a web designer”, I said.

“So what do you know about building websites”, he asked

I stood silently for a few seconds, then left for home pretending I didn’t hear him.

Honestly, I didn’t know anything about building websites.

I just said that because that was the first thing that came to my mind and I wanted to save my face.

So I went to a local web design institute to inquire, the tuition fee was $500″ for a 6 weeks crash course.

My father was going through a rough patch at that time, so I knew it won’t be easy on him.

But still, I decided to ask.

He was having his breakfast in the hall.

I nervously sat in front of him.

“Papa I want to become a web designer, I said while holding my breath.

For a minute he didn’t say anything, finished having his tea then looked at me and asked.

How much?

“$500 for a 6 weeks crash course”, I said

” I don’t think you will be able to handle it, son”.

“I would be happy if you can graduate without flunking”.

(I was pretty bad at academics and I would rarely finish my assignments, to say I was not a bright student would be an understatement.)

“But you allowed Deepak (My elder brother) to join a web development training program, which he never even finished”.

He didn’t answer my question and left for work.

I knew he had his reasons, so I didn’t argue.

But the thought of learning how to build websites stuck with me.

I wanted to prove to my dad and my math teacher, that I am not useless.

But the problem was I had no money to learn Web designing.

Suddenly, it hit me even though Deepak never finished his web development training, he must have received some study material.

I sneaked in his room, and started searching for the wardrobe where he kept his books, after 15 minutes of searching I found two books:

“Basics of web development”

And

“Basics of HTML/CSS”.

I was happy as a clam.

Even though I never got to go to a Webdesign school I taught myself how to build websites studying my brother’s material.

Funny thing is to this day he can’t build a website even if you put a gun to his head.

Three years later I got my first paying Webdesign client, and a few months later I quit my job to go full time.

Since then I have built hundreds of websites for my clients and also for many of my online businesses.

The ability to build websites changed my life.

The point of telling you all this?

If my Math teacher would have not insulted me and papa didn’t say No to me.

I would not have felt motivated to learn building websites.

And I would not have become an Entrepreneur.

What I am saying here is as much as we hate insults and painful experiences, the truth is that they shaped us into the person we are today.

As Steve Jobs said you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward.

So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.”

Our lives are filled with experiences like this.

So I would love to hear:

What experience you felt was insulting at the time but later became the most
valuable lesson you wouldn’t trade for a million bucks