When someone asked about my plans, I gave vague answers.
I had no business, no savings, and no clear path forward.
I had traded the struggle of earning my own living for the humiliation of depending on someone else’s decisions.
One afternoon, I found a financial newspaper on the library table. An article described Margaret’s late husband as a visionary who had established charitable programs for education and housing.
I read it twice.
Then I wondered whether I could persuade Margaret to invest in a business for me.
The thought came naturally.
I had spent my entire life believing money was the answer to every problem. Even after the wedding, I was still searching for a way to obtain it without having to rebuild my life from the beginning.
That evening, I approached her in the sitting room.
“I have an idea.”
She closed her book.
“I’m listening.”
“I want to start a business. Something in property management, perhaps. You know people who could help me.”
