“I made a list of all the universities that offered full-ride scholarships and detailed the plan to get into each. And I spent the next two years fulfilling that plan.“
In almost six years of being in business, Bold & Determined has approved over 22,400 reader comments.
Of those 22,400 comments, the following comment is the most inspirational comment I have ever received.
After 6 Years and 22,400 Comments, This Is The Most Inspirational Comment I Have Ever Received…
I do promise this comment defines determination and perseverance.
It is heart, soul, blood, guts, perspiration, pain and pride from a young man who really took Bold & Determined to heart.
Below, the comment is reprinted in full. No edits or changes to the words have been made, but I have spaced the words out to make it easier for you to read.
“I’ve been a B&D reader for three years, I’m 18 years old now and I thank God everyday for leading me to B&D at such an early age.
I live in the middle east, and as you all know, things are fucked up here. No economy, no security, no opportunities.
And unless you have the right last name, your life is shit no matter what you do. My family isn’t that wealthy, we get by and we’re a little better than others.
When I was 16 I was fat, awkward, stupid, shy, cowardly, apologetic, weak and meek. I was everything negative you could think of.
I looked at my future and I was depressed.
I couldn’t stand the idea of me spending the rest of my life in the middle east where I won’t be able to live any life of dignity, luxury, or even basic satisfaction.
I needed to leave.
But how? I couldn’t leave the country easily and I had no interest in living the life of a refugee in Europe. I needed to get out but on my own terms.
If I’m gonna build my life I’m gonna do it with pride and dignity. And believe me friends, it wasn’t gonna come easy.
The very first thing I did was lose weight.
Trust me, if your fat, your gonna hate yourself everyday and you’ll feel weak everyday.
Get rid of that fat and watch yourself become a lion.
In fact, that was the very first email I sent to Victory, I don’t know if he remembers (probably not, he gets tons of emails), and he told me the first thing that I had to do was lose weight.
I downloaded 30DOD (illegally cuz laws in the country didn’t allow internet transactions, sorry Vic, but I had to do it, I’ll buy a legal copy as soon as I can).
I was never able to do a single pushup in my life! And now I’m supposed to do a HUNDRED!
But I didn’t quit. I put on some Lamb of God and got on the floor and almost tore my muscles trying to get that one pushup. Couldn’t do it.
It went like that for a week. Finally, I was able to do it. And once I was able to do one pushup, I was able to do two pushups, then three, then five, then ten, then twenty, then fifty, etc.
In six months I had lost 30 kilograms and was able to do 100 pushups in a row.
Once I lost that weight, I felt… divine? Powerful? Amazing? Regal? Whatever it was, I felt ON FIRE!
But that didn’t really solve my problem did it? I felt great, now I had to build greatness.
I see a lot of teenagers comment on B&D articles asking Vic on advice on what to do, and Vic always answers “endure”.
Haha, that advice works for western children, but for me “to endure” meant “do nothing”.
My parents couldn’t prove the resources to get me out? Well, that means that I’ll just have to get myself out.
I deduced that the easiest way for me to get out was to get accepted into an American university.
I know Vic opposes going to college, but in this context, it was a great choice.
No as an international student (universities like “diversity”) with good grades, I was sure I would get into at least one university.
But that wasn’t enough. My family didn’t have the money to pay $50k a year, I needed a scholarship.
So I made a list of all the universities that offered full-ride scholarships and detailed the plan to get into each.
And I spent the next two years fulfilling that plan.
I worked harder in school. I took the SATs (2230). I did some bullshit charity work to beef up my resume. I did all the bullshit that was gonna get me accepted.
I’d read so many damn books about the whole application process that I can’t even count them.
When the time to apply arrived last summer, my stomach was so stressed I was constipated through the entire ordeal. I spent months writing the best essay I could.
And when last March arrived, and with it came the results…
I didn’t manage to get into any Ivy (sucks I know), but I did manage to get into one of the best private universities in Florida (Rollins College).
I did get my full-ride scholarship too. And now tomorrow morning my flight leaves to Orlando airport.
See those three years I always read B&D, but I never really commented. I never had anything to say because I was still young and inexperienced.
I didn’t need to ask for advice because Victor tells everything so clearly. But most importantly, I was in the learning phase. I was building. I didn’t have time for bullshit.
These past three years were brutal, tense, and void of any fun. My friends would go out to get drunk and I would stay at home studying.
My friends would go out to parties and hook up with girls and I would stay at home because I didn’t have the time for high-school relationship drama.
I depraved myself of the “fun” years.
Do I regret it? Hell no.
Now that I look back, those three years passed by in an instant. I’ve busted my ass off trying to do the impossible.
And now I’ve got my ticket to paradise while those same friends are stuck here in Satan’s Armpit envying me.
So what now? What’s the plan? I’m majoring in business, but I have no interest in becoming a company drone.
These four years ahead of me are crucial to my future. Not because of the things professors are gonna teach me, but because of all the free time and resources at my disposal.
And by the time I graduate, I would already have a steady means of income.
And once again, I will laugh when my friends are struggling to get into bullshit paying jobs while I have my own money coming everyday.
I can’t thank Victor enough. I hope to meet him someday and buy him a drink.
Three years ago, if you talked to that fat weak kid, you would’ve never thought that he would ever amount to anything.
He was weak. Because of B&D, that kid is dead. Reborn as a lion, a dragon, a beast.
Now, I’m proud, I’m smart, I’m strong… I’m free.
For all those teenagers out there, just know that no matter how old you are or how powerless you feel, there’s always a way for you to take matters into your own hands.
An idle time is time wasted. And as Vic always says, time is the most precious resource.
And now as soon as I arrive to the US, I’m registering my own blog through BADnet.
I won’t comment again until I make it.
See you all in four years.
What a comment.
Woo, boy, what a comment.
Don’t forget to pick up 30 Days Of Discipline.
It ain’t no game fella, it’s a life changer.
Until next time.