Boxer To Businessman: How the discipline of being an athlete can help you achieve success as an entrepreneur. Based on a true story.
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About this ebook
This inspiring story combines the teachings of dedication, determination, and discipline
so that, if you ever hit a bump in the road, business can be the light at the end of the
tunnel.
It doesn’t matter who you are, what are you trying to achieve, or where you plan on
going; having the right rules and mentor to bring your life back on track is the first step
in attaining a life of success and riches.
In Boxer To Businessman, you will discover:
• How to take your negative experiences and transform them into inspiration
• Proven ways to apply your athletic experience to the real world for a guaranteed
and thriving life
• Traits that you can learn from to grab any opportunity that comes your way
• A real story of a boxer who found success in business and increased his wealth to
live a comfortable life
• The secret to making the right choices and how they can lead to a life of fulfillment
• The importance of commitment and how this athletic trait can be your bread and butter
• The positive effects of discipline that you can apply to your everyday life
If you are an athlete whose career might have ended because of retirement, injuries,
the wrong choices —or it was just time to give up the gloves— you need something
to keep your dreams alive and the income flooding in.
It isn’t all about making money —it’s about learning what to do with your money.
That’s the first thing successful entrepreneurs adopt into their lives and it’s time for
you to do the same. This is your chance to take your mistakes and build an empire!
If you are ready to put aside your fears, learn from your wrong choices, and build a successful career, then scroll up and click the “Add to Cart” button right now.
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Boxer To Businessman - Angel Carmona
BOXER TO BUSINESSMAN
GROWING UP
As Children We Are Products of Our Environments, as Adults We Are Products of Our Decisions
All I remember hearing was the sound of glass breaking, and a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. I ran out of my room to meet my siblings, my older brother and my younger brother and sister, standing still at the top of the stairs. There, I stood in shock, staring at my mom bleeding from her mouth as she laid on the floor. My dad stood over her, drunk, with blood on his white Versace dress shirt. I had started to get used to it; this had been happening every other night, if not every night, for the past few months. Just about a week prior, my older brother and I were in the kitchen while my dad beat the brakes off my mom. It was so bad that we each grabbed a butcher knife to try to help our mom out. We ended up chickening out, in fear of what our dad might do to us.
I was about nine years old. We were living in Santo Domingo, in the Dominican Republic. I was the second oldest, each of us roughly two years apart. My parents looked up at us, and my dad uttered the words, We’re getting a divorce.
Just like that, 13 years of marriage gone down the drain. I was instantly heartbroken, just like any kid who wants their parents to have a lifelong thriving marriage. The next words that came out of his mouth were Choose who you want to live with, your mom or your dad?
It seemed as if the answers from my siblings came in slow motion. They all chose my mom. But somehow, I chose my dad. Growing up, I was always the closest to him and so inspired by his work ethic. But he paused for a while, and then said that he didn’t want to separate me from my siblings, and that I should go with my mom.
At the time, I just couldn’t comprehend what my mom was doing wrong, for my dad to knock the teeth out of her mouth and slam her head through a glass table. He was a heavyweight and had some prior boxing experience. It didn’t add up why he would beat my petite mom, as if she were a grown man. It just didn’t make sense, she was so slender and weighed about 120lbs soaking wet. Today, I come to understand, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was my dad who had the flaws all along.
My dad was the hardest working man I had ever known. He started shining shoes at the age of 6. He is most definitely the reason for my ambition and hustler’s spirit. He met my mom when she was fourteen years old; he didn’t have much, but he asked her to marry him anyway. My mom was the only child, and her mother, my grandma, was married to a very wealthy American businessman. When my mom married my dad, her stepfather (the wealthy businessman), moved my parents to Florida where they would start to build their life.
My dad would work miscellaneous jobs here and there just to provide for his family, which was growing. My life before the age of nine is very vague, practically a blur. I just know that I was born in Miami, FL, in 1987 and that over the next nine years we moved a lot: from Miami, to New York, back to Santo Domingo. My dad lived under his means and saved up almost all his income from working 2 and 3 jobs at a time, with hopes to one day return to the Dominican Republic and invest all his hard-earned money into real estate. And that’s exactly what he did. By the time he was in his mid-20’s, my dad was a self-made multi-millionaire. He owned over two dozen apartment units, a dozen cars, and two convenient stores. We lived in a 4 bed 2 ½ bathroom mansion, with a basketball court and a guest house in the backyard. He built an in-home bar that carried some of the finest rum and whiskeys the country had to offer. We had a maid that would clean and iron. We even had a nanny who lived with us, to help my mom with cooking and raising us.
We would frequently take vacations to lavish resorts. He paid the government to lay tar on the dirt road on the entire street where we lived. And he paid them to put light poles around the entire neighborhood. When it was time to go to the beach on the weekends, he would invite all of the neighbors, and cover all the transportation costs, as well as all the food. If Go Big Or Go Home
was a person, it would’ve definitely been my dad. During Christmas time, he’d buy toys, not just for his own kids, but for all the kids in the entire neighborhood. This lasted for about 3 years. So, you can see why he was my hero and why I admired him so much.
But with all that money, came the haters. So, in order to protect his family, he had guns galore, and he wasn’t afraid to remind people of his power from time to time. Occasionally, he’d light the night skies on fire just to remind people who was the man in charge. Overall, most people had love for him. Or at least pretended to.
One summer, he sent my mom, my older brother, and my little sister on a vacation to New York city for a few weeks. During that time, him, his best friend, my younger brother and I took a road trip around the island of the Dominican Republic. By now you can tell my dad was a pretty popular guy around town. On a random day on our road trip, we stopped by an ice cream shop and he sent me to go pay. While inside, I overheard a man talking aloud to himself, saying how much he hated my dad and that he was going to kill him next time he saw him. The guy was clearly unaware I was his son and heard every word he said behind his back. When I got back in the car, I told my dad exactly what I heard, as he slowly drove away. He immediately made a U-turn and pulled back in front of the ice cream shop. There, the guy stood outside the store, talking loudly, and we sat in the car behind tinted windows. My dad pulled out his gun, cocked it back and handed it to me. He said step out, point at him, but don’t get too close, and say Who are you going to kill now, motherfucker?
, in Spanish. I stepped out of the car and did exactly as I was told. The guy laughed and said, No kid, I was just playing.
My dad rolled down his window, instructed me to get back in, and told the guy, Next time I hear you talking shit, it’s going to be me hopping out the car and I’m not just going to aim.
I was but seven or eight years old.
On that same trip, I walked in on him sleeping with other women. But I kept my mouth shut, just because I didn’t want my parents to split. Even though, as we all know, what’s done in the dark, will soon come to light. And as the years went by, the money and power seemed to get to my dad’s head more and more.
He loved watching Tyson fights. And alpha male movies like Indiana Jones. He was obsessed with documentaries on Rafael Trujillo, a tyrant who ruled the Dominican Republic for over 30 years, killing anyone who stood in his way. They called him the Dominican version of Hitler. During his time, in the ‘50s, he amassed a net worth of over $800M, an equivalent of over $5B in today’s money. My dad would watch documentaries on him almost every damn week, as if he were studying his ways. Maybe that’s the reason he felt in some ways, UNTOUCHABLE.
Later in life, one of my mentors taught me that pride comes before the fall. And indeed, my dad was prideful. This tends to happen to many people who go from the bottom to the top. My dad had gone from barely having clothes on his back and shoes on his feet, to wearing Versace — almost exclusively. And on New Year’s Eve, he would dress me and all my siblings in Oscar De La Renta, the world-renowned Dominican fashion designer. He went from living in the slums in a house made from tin, to owning land and real estate. In the ‘90s, our home alone had over