“Get Angry”, are the words from my father that has stuck with me. At first, I didn’t know what he meant by it. I just assumed anger was a bad thing.
A few years after high school, I was working for a construction company and going no where in life. I borrowed my dad’s car to go to a site and check out the property. On my way, a girl thought it would be smart to try to pass me on the left when there was an on coming car on the opposite end. She cut hard right and I ended up T-boning her.
When I got home, my dad was pissed. He instantly started yelling at me about damaging his car. But it wasn’t just the car he was pissed off about. He was pissed off with the idea that he’s raised a son with no passion. He yelled,”why did you crash my car?! Now my insurance is going to go up! Your insurance is going to go up! What are you doing with your life?! All your friends are going to college and getting degrees. They are all moved out and you are still here! What are you doing with your life?! Do you ever get angry?! Get angry at your life! You are going no where! Get angry! Do something! Do something about your life!
I ran away from home for a week. Those words, “Get Angry”, ran in my head as I kept living the life I hated. I hated my life. I needed to do something! Anything, really. I needed to get angry to see the passion for it. I needed to want something so bad that I would fight for it with all of my rage. I needed to discover what that thing was.
For awhile there, I would rage and rage on internally thinking about what I want out of life. I wasn’t constantly angry but I was determined. I knew deep down that construction was not my passion. I love building but this wasn’t for me.
One day while I was helping a co-worker lift some tile, I pulled my back. I couldn’t walk for a week. Being bed ridden, I kept thinking about what I wanted to do with my life. I remembered how much I loved graphic design in high school and all the joy that came with it. That was it, I loved art.
I instantly called up some friends to help me get my resume together. I searched and even cold called some design firms to hire me, to just give me an chance. I had nothing working for me besides this passion for design. Luckily, one of my childhood friends, Mansour, knew of a design company in the area. So, I walked begging to get hired. I was instantly denied but then asked if they would hire for a non-paid intern. They have nothing to lose besides time. I wanted this so bad that I would forgo money. http://trivision.tv was my first break. They saw the passion in me. I will never forget the Lutfi family for giving me that chance. For a good while there, I made nothing. I was surviving off of can food and whatever I could scrap by with.
Life was hard for the next 2 years but it progressively got better as my salary would increase. The important part was that I was doing what I loved. I got angry, looked for passion, and then followed my heart.
It’s been ten years and I can still say I love my life. I am glad I “got angry”.