[Transcribed from LinkedIn]
I didn’t come from money.
I came from a small pickle factory in southern Ohio.
For 6 years, all I had to eat was pickles.
The kids at school made fun of me because I was different, and I always smelled like dill.
They called me Dilliam, PicklePants, Poor Pickle Boy, the list goes on…
My first job was cleaning toilets with a pickle.
But one day, I had enough.
I saved up all of my pickles and used them to pay for college.
I was promoted to CFO within a year of graduating.
Why? Because I worked my tailpickles off?
Because I am Smarter and More Handsome Than All Of You? (I know it, you know it, the pickles know it.)
Because I worked my tailpickles off.
And if I can do it, you can too.
I’m no one special. I’m just Nick AwesomeSuccessWillOfSteel Matthews.
In a world of cucumbers, be a pickle.
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