**Diary Entry 12th May**
“Look at her thinks shes going to be somebody. Poor thing, with that shabby briefcase.” Emily heard those words as she tightened her grip on the worn leather. It wasnt designer, nor new, but to her, it held her future. She dreamed of being an entrepreneur, though she had no home, no money, and no steady place to sleep.
One day, she caught wind of an event where top business leaders would share ideas for building ventures. *Im going*, she decided. She arrived in her simple clothes, clutching that briefcase. People laughed, whispered, and looked down their noses.
Still, she strode straight to the entrance.
“Id like to say something,” she asked. The host cut her off sharply.
“We wont let some unknown girl with no connections ruin our event.”
Then a renowned businessman stood.
“If she had the guts to come, she must have something worth hearing.”
They handed her the mic. Emily took a deep breath, opened her briefcase, and pulled out a carefully folded sheet.
“Months ago, I had a dream. I saw a car unlike any ever built and I know I can make it.”
The businessman studied the design, eyes widening.
“This is more groundbreaking than anything shown today.”
He invited her to lunch, listened to her story, and by the end, theyd signed a deal. Within a year, Emily owned the largest car dealership in London. She never parted with that old briefcaseit reminded her where shed started.
Remember this: people will judge what they see, mock what they dont understand, and some will slam the door before you speak. But if you believe in your vision and fight for it, one day, those same voices will watch you rise. And youll walk tall, knowing no one ever killed your dream.
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