My name is Dennis, and for years I struggled to keep my small electronics shop afloat. I worked tirelessly from morning to night, but no matter how hard I tried, customers never seemed to stay. Some would come once and never return. I started to believe someone had cursed my business because everything I touched seemed to fall apart.
There were months when I couldn’t even afford rent, and the thought of closing down the shop kept me awake at night. My family depended on me, yet I felt like a complete failure. Friends who had once admired me began to mock me behind my back, saying I had wasted my potential. I remember standing outside my empty shop one evening, asking myself why life had to be this hard.
