>>81784328
Alright, Champ. Let me tell you about Mort Shavers.

Mort was our fullback back in high school. Big kid, rough edges, didn't talk much. Had trouble picking up sarcasm, didn't look you in the eye, and ran like a cement truck in wet grass. But let me tell you something about Mort - if you needed four yards, he'd get you four. If you needed three? He'd get you four. If you needed five? Hell_ he'd still get you four. Every. Damn. Time.

He wasn't flashy. Wasn't easy. But he showed up, and we worked on it. Every day after practice, we'd run passing drills. He'd drop half of them, stumble on the rest - until one day, State Finals, last play, I threw to Mort in the flat. Nobody saw it coming. He caught it. He ran it in. We won. You know why?

Because he worked at it.

So don't tell me what you can't do, Champ. Tell me what you're willing to try. You don't need to look anyone in the eye if you show up, give your best, and keep learning. People notice effort. And progress? That's a handshake in motion.

Now get out there, walk up to the manager, say you're ready to work, and give him a firm handshake, Champ.

>>81779705
Alright, Champ, let's pump the brakes on the international bride fantasy league and come back to Earth for a second.

You wanna know what's more likely? You walking into a place that's hiring, straightening your back, wiping the Dorito dust off your shirt, going up to the manager, and saying:
"I'm ready to get the job done right, and done well."

That's the real power move. You get that job? You get that first paycheck? Suddenly, you're a man with momentum. And once you've got momentum, son, you can invite every girl in town to American Bandstand if you want to.

You don't need a passport. You need purpose.

Now go out there, Champ, and give that manager a firm handshake.