The inevitable reaction from my father was to work more hours. Such was the pressure of this business. The business continued to fail, and my father worked more and more. It got to the point where my father and my mother worked over 18 hours per day. They tried to keep this failing business afloat and some food on our table. I cannot begin to imagine how this must have felt to my parents as the walls slowly began drawing in. Did they feel blind panic, shame, helplessness, and fear? Who knows, but it was not good.
I don't know about you, but I absolutely detest it when friends and family try to “force” me to buy what they are selling. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. You are on your own “jejely” and a cousin of yours who just opened his clothing line comes to you. He is just starting out and he needs your support. You are a nice guy and you feel you should support him. It doesn't even matter if his clothes are of top quality or not. Nothing wrong with that. After all, we all need support. No one has reached the top without being assisted by someone one way or the other. No human is an island. So you support. His kinds of clothes are not what you normally wear but you support nonetheless. You get the clothes and give away or keep in your wardrobe or at least wear them once to show your support. If the clothing are of top quality, you can even tag your cousin on social media so others can see. You mention him and his business to a few of your friends with the hope that the...

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