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Hope.

It begins with hope. Hope that you will be able to do what you want to do the way you want to do it. And in doing so change your little part of the world.

Maybe make your point, take your stand and survive. On a good day possibly even make money.

Where there is hope, in the first year, there are also doubts. Not just yours. Every soul you touch has his list of why nots.

Why you would be better off without hope and your little stand. Why it would be best to conform, bow your head, ignore your itch and join others who before you made a date with destiny and skipped.

But then, against hope you find your little shelter from the nay sayers. Family, without fail; sometimes an employee, sometimes a customer, sometimes both.

And hope matures into belief.

Over the years as you answer the why nots, grow, prosper and keep on taking bigger stands, belief converts to pride.

Pride, that you finally did something that changed your little part of the world.

But it always begins with hope.

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