I began my study at FCC (CodeCamp) on December 17, 2015. I studied my ass off and 290 days later on October second I was employed as a web developer with Verizon.
I came from the gutter. When I began I had not a penny to my name, no income whatsoever, and I was living at my in-laws’ house, and had no idea where my life would go.
Now I make more money than 90% of Americans. Not to brag, though. I give my money to my misses because she’s never had anything and has always been so deserving. I give my money to my mum because she has never had anything nice. I pay my brother over $1,000 a month to study at FCC so that he too will be able to enjoy life one day.
I’m 100% broke half way through each pay period because I found something I love doing so much that I don’t want for anything anymore, and don’t even care to keep money in my pocket. I just want to code and see to it that those that do yearn for more can have a chance to at it.
So yeah, “me me me me me, look at me”. I did it. And I’m not telling you this so that you idolize me or think “wow, that dude is rich” or “that dude is a great guy.” I tell you this because I want you to know it is possible. I don’t want you to quit because the dream seems unattainable.
I’ve seen it dozens of times. Don’t be a statistic, friend! Be a success.
Today is weird. Probably the saddest day of my life. In fact, my eyes are tearing up as I write this. Personally, I had one of the best days since I started job hunting. I talked to 2 companies today who are both interested in getting me on board, had great interviews with them, but today put a void in my soul that’s probably never going to be filled.
Today, one of my best friend’s mom died.
My fingers falter a little as I type this out. I’m not even exaggerating, my hands don’t want to do this. But as I force myself to spit my feelings out, I can only think of how my friend is feeling 9,000 miles away from where I am. Actually, he’s more than a friend. A brother from another mother. That’s right, another mother. That’s probably what she was, not only to me but to everyone in our little friends circle for most of our lives.
I think I have replayed the conversation when he told me that in my mind around 100 times, hoping that something might change this time. But nope, it is what it is. I spent my whole day in utter shock. And wondering about how we take things for granted. Always so sure that our loved ones are going to be there when we visit home next time. I cried. I cried when I was telling other people. I shed some tears every time I thought about it. I couldn’t even finish half of my sentences today. I was at loss of words. I still am.
The thought of someone so close dead at such a young age is terrifying. Last night, a friend asked me what I missed the most about home. I told her that the fact that I can just lay my head in my mother’s lap and fall asleep whenever I want is the only thing I really miss. We don’t even know sometimes how lucky we actually are. I didn’t know what to say to my friend when he told me. It took me a good half an hour to actually believe what he had said. I still don’t know what to tell you brother. Other than this, that even though I can’t, all I want right now is to hug you and be with you. To show you that you are never alone in this. That I’m always there. Always. That if you ever feel like lost, or lonely, just look up at the sky, and that’s the same one I’m sharing with you. And your mother may be not be physically there anymore, but she’s always going to be there in our hearts.
That is all I want to say to you.