Twelve years ago, I was just a young man with nothing but determination, a tiny shed, a borrowed wheelbarrow, and a few nails. Those early days were hard, hauling cement bags myself, going hungry at times, and putting every coin back into stock.
But I refused to give up. Slowly, customers began to trust me, and the business grew. I hired workers, moved into a proper shop, and the hardware started providing for my family. It bought us a car, a better house, and education for my children.
The bigger the shop grew, the more the fear set in. At night, I would lie awake thinking of thieves, fire, or jealous people who could wipe away everything I had built. I knew fellow traders who had lost their businesses overnight, some never recovering. Continue reading…
