From worker to networker.

I was just over fourteen, and after school I worked in an art screen-printing shop.

From August to December I also sold for them, and looked after producing the material.

It was my first contact with work.

With responsibility.

With the value of time.

At seventeen I went to work in a metalworking factory.

A steady, secure job, and without realising it I stopped right there.

I went in at seven in the morning and came out at seven in the evening.

Same rhythm, the same days repeating.

I owe that job a lot: my first car, a family, my first home.

But the price was very high: time.

Time taken from my personal growth, and from my children.

I couldn't be there the way I wanted to be.

I had understood that it isn't only the quantity of time that counts, but its quality too.

So I began to ask myself whether that really was the only road.

One day, by a simple mistake, I dialled the wrong number.

The person who answered was doing exactly what is my work today.

That is where it all began.

Small steps, one at a time.

No leaps into the void, no illusions.

Today I lead a sales network and I am in the field every day, looking for motivated, curious people.

I don't hand out money and I don't sell illusions.

I offer method, vision, support.

I don't promise you shortcuts.

I promise you something concrete.

The rest we will build together.