At thirty-five, I was laid off.
My daughter was in the hospital with a high fever, and my father was waiting for life-saving surgery. My mortgage was 8,700 a month, my credit cards were maxed out, and I scrolled through my contacts three times without finding a single person who could lend me money.
I stood on an overpass and looked down as traffic roared past. If I jumped, would I finally be able to stop thinking?
Then I heard my daughter’s voice: “Daddy, pick me up.”
That night, a voice appeared in my mind:
[Host has reached a desperate point in life. Life Points System forcibly activated.]
Other people relied on luck. I relied on spending points. With no connections, I carved out my own path through blood and sweat. From a hundred thousand in debt to turning around a failed real estate project, from a discarded middle-aged loser to the man every creditor hailed as their “savior.”
They say thirty-five is a hurdle.
I’m going to clear it.
