A world renowned psychic told me as a kid I'd one day buy a new Aston Martin, my dream car. It was said she's never wrong!
That very day I started saving so I could get the car as soon as possible. But then years passed and no matter how much I saved I could barely even afford the down payment - much less the sky high cost of ownership.
I lived like a dog in horrible apartments, drove old cars, but I stuck to my guns, insisting the psychic was right. Over time, though, I stopped referring to the prediction, feeling more the fool; it became indefensible.
Yet, regardless of any condemnation I might receive from the world, I clung to my belief until the bitter end.
Then, after three decades, I gave up and decided to just do what I want.
That's when I wrote a best selling book and got my Aston Martin.
