Your money is being stolen

And I think you know it too

I think you can tell you've been lied toThat no matter what you do, and what advice you follow, you end up worse off than where you were beforeAnd even though you might feel stuck now, you know this isn't how it's meant to beSo follow the white rabbit...

And in just three hours you'll change the trajectory of your life forever

First, forget everything you think you know

Because everyone else is wrong

Just look up “how to invest” on any search engine - what do you typically see?Outdated ideas of diversification, retirement accounts, and index fundsThese strategies just don't work in today's worldListen, you'll be mocked for going against the grain

But this isn't as crazy as everyone says

• Why Traditional Finance Sucks

Because Bitcoin isn't just an answer for the rat race

It's THE answer

The first time I heard of Bitcoin was in 2011 when it was sitting at a mere $2.50I immediately wrote it off as a scam, but that's only because I didn't understand how the world workedSo it's time to change our paradigm - because it just MIGHT change your life.You want to make more money? Bitcoin is the answerWhat about being able to travel the world and having access to any currency? Bitcoin is the answerHow does true, financial independence through self-sovereignty sound? Bitcoin is the answerI think you get the idea - so open your mind to a completely alternative solution because ultimately...

"Everyone buys Bitcoin at the price they deserve"

• Why Bitcoin is the Answer

So here's what I did to make millions in 3 years

And you can too in just 3 simple steps

Step 1 - Buy BitcoinStep 2 - Move it to cold storageStep 3 - WaitYes, it really is that simple

I'll also share some of my favorite tools and why I use them

• How to Capitalize on Bitcoin Markets

But remember this: time is running out

Because throughout history, every asset worth a damn outpaced the masses

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My Long-Winded Story

In January 2014, I lost everything.

I had a picture perfect upbringing. I had two parents that took care of me, sacrificed for me, and loved me to the best of their abilities. And for their sake, I was supposed to go to school, get a job, and get married. However, after a death in the family, and a series of lawsuits, we ended up losing everything.
Fortunately for my parents, they were able to go back to Korea to regroup - as for myself, I decided to stay; but I was now homeless as a college student. Everything that I had ever known came crashing down, and I was forced to deal with a reality check that I simply wasn’t prepared for.

I never realized it, but I was living in a bubble my entire life.

To this day, I still have a hard time accepting the person I used to be and the thought of my old self disgusts me.Anytime there was a problem, my parents dealt with it for meAnytime there was drama, it was the other person’s faultAnytime there was failure, the world was out to get meLook up any negative word in the dictionary, and it could’ve justifiably been attached to my name. Coming to terms these harsh truths while sleeping on the streets was like a blow to the back of my head. To make things worse,

the church I was attending, was using my situation as a point of discussion.

The same people that I had considered family, had somehow found entertainment in my plight. The irony was uncanny. In a sanctuary that was meant to provide healing for my soul, ended up becoming a torturous ordeal. I know I’ll never have all the answers; but this was something else entirely.Why were preachers using me as an example behind the pulpit?Why were people who’ve never struggled with money, snickering at my financial situation?Why was I ostracized while my health was deteriorating?For a group of people that loved to proclaim their gratefulness for brothers and sisters in Christ, I found no solace from these people.I was hungry.I had no money.And I was tired.At this point in my life, I had to wonder if the rest of my years would be spent wandering, and sleeping on the streets.

But then I thought, “this can't be it.”

Look, I get it. Homelessness is a struggle many can’t overcome. But I wasn’t about to fall into that statistic. After everything that I was blessed with, this couldn’t possibly be how my story ended. To fail would have been a slap in the face to anyone that’s ever had a contribution in my life.

So what was my next move going to be?

First and foremost, I re-negotiated the terms of our home’s mortgage. Someway, somehow, I was going to find a way to make these monthly payments.Secondly, I found out that my school had a full-time janitorial program for students. The deal was: as long as I cleaned university-owned property, I would be able to have my own apartment, free of charge. And as luck would have it, I was selected.To top things off, I was able to secure a second full-time job cleaning and maintaining nearby restaurants during graveyard shifts.For the next three-and-a-half years, I had to endure the following schedule:8am - 5pm - Clean properties6pm - 9pm - Attend night class (to be frank, this was more like nap time)10pm - 6am - Maintain restaurants6:30am - 7:30am - Sleep in front of the school gymThe classmates that knew of my situation were gracious enough to buy me food on a daily basis, and help me cram for exams.It wasn’t pretty, but at least I had a path forward. And when it was all said and done, this gave me just enough to cover the cost of tuition and the house.

But on March 2016, what I thought would be a normal day, turned out to be an absolute nightmare.

During a party the morning of, there was an altercation in which one student had thrown another through a wall, and broke a number of pipes that caused sewage to back up and spill over.Here I am, busting my ass on a daily basis just trying to get by, and yet I’m cleaning up after somebody that didn’t know left from right. I had to mop alcohol stained floors, pick up used condoms, and scoop literal shit, and for what? A minimum wage job? All while the same hooligans that caused the whole thing were jeering at me?At the time, I was a Sunday school teacher and I couldn’t bear the thought of my students facing this kind of degradation.But things still weren’t adding up:How was it that even if I saved every single penny for the rest of my life, I still wouldn’t be able to buy some of the cars that these students were driving?How was it that they can afford to buy and eat whatever they wanted without thinking twice?How did they have so much freedom?

What was I missing?

For my entire life, I was told that as long as I went to a good school, worked hard, and saved up, I could have whatever I wanted. And yet here I was struggling to even eat and sleep. How in the world would I be able to take care of anyone else when I couldn’t even take care of myself?Slowly but surely, the gears started turning. And much like the reality check I had two years prior, the realization that most mantras are complete nonsense was another painful reality check.Everyone I had known at the time always said the same thing; and they had all gotten the same results. It was the same monotonous droning of getting “good” grades, to get a “good” job, to eventually die without actually having done anything.At what point did we decide it was alright to give up our values, our passions, and our loved ones?If we as a society value uncommon outcomes, why does everyone take the same pathway to join the rat-race?If the length of our lives is determined by how much time we have left, why do we give up our time to “make a living?”Somewhere along the line, we had decided that it was alright to give up some of our greatest ambitions under the façade of “growing up.”

But now it's time to challenge the whole thing.

I finally graduated after six years of college in 2017, but not without my fair share of scars.And you know what? That’s just fine. Because the lessons that I took away from those last three and a half years were absolutely invaluable.I’ve come to realize what’s important in my life, and what I truly want to get out of the life I have here.

Getting out of that rut was nothing short of a miracle by the grace of God.

And I’ll always be the first to admit that making something out of my situation was not from my own doing.However, the years of learning, internalizing, and systemizing financial principles do not happen overnight, nor do they happen on accident.

I’ve made a number of costly mistakes for too long - and I hope you won’t have to go through the same.