The story of an entrepreneur

You’re out of gas and stranded on a highway in the middle of the night. You check your phone: “one bar — drat!” You try your luck and shoot out a bunch of messages to your friends.

Because you’re an odd combination of 1 part masochist and 2 parts optimist, you put your car in neutral and decide to push it until you find civilization or a gas station. Somehow this doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

You get the sense someone is watching…

No time to get distracted! You push…stop…push…stop…& rock the car back & forth until you have momentum to get it rolling. Bam! You’re moving. You do a little celebration dance with one hand still on the trunk.

No one is watching… or are they…? It doesn’t matter.

A new day dawns. You’re listening to John Mayer going through a quarter life crisis. You relate and cry out “Why Georgia?!” You’re still pushing. The car is moving forward slowly…but it’s moving. Then a friend shows up! He got the message!

However, your friend is more interested in chatter and wants to offer moral support. You feel like the Hulk and get a boost of adrenaline, but quickly realize you have chicken legs. You tell him if he helps you push you’ll buy him lunch for life.

He’s intrigued, but not entirely convinced. Despite that, he throws a hand on the car. “Better than nothing,” you tell yourself. That’s when another friend shows up… now she’s blabbing. You think to yourself “You gotta be kidding me…”

After 100s of cars passing you from morning til noon, a Good Samaritan finally stops over. He says he’s got half a gallon of gas. It may or may not be enough to get you to the nearest station. He doesn’t even wait for you to thank him. He wants a Big Mac, large fries, and a side of nuggets.

You feed your thirsty car and jump into the driver’s seat. Your legs are shaking. Your friends have already hopped in. Now they want the Big Mac too. You nod and focus your gaze on the fuel gauge. You know you can’t accelerate too fast.

You see a gas station on the horizon…you’re elated. Then, your car starts to stall…

You play John Mayer.

Final thought 👇🏼

Your vehicle matters and so does the model. If you’re driving a Ferrari, someone will stop much sooner. Just make sure you pick a bike or car to push… even Eddy Hall would struggle with an 18 wheeler.

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