Thinking back to how I began, one would have said this child would never make it to where he is. Life was difficult, my beginning was as little as they come so close to not even being worthy of called a beginning. How little or mighty your beginning is does not determine how little or mighty you will be in the future. Life was rough , orphaned at 9, forced to make a living in the streets yet determined to become somebody. My beginning not anyone else’s was little but my end looks larger than the size of the continent. My mama once told me “don’t be worried about the beginning of the race but rather bother about how you will end it”.
Now years later, I feel and I know I ran the race faster than usain bolt would have done though I can’t claim that I was leading right from the beginning.