Juan Giannobile

Growing up, I had to deal with a lot of things that many other kids didn't. I lived in a very small town in Cordoba, Argentina with my biological mother, Bio for short, who used to verbally and physically abuse me, constantly. This drove me to move to New York with my father and his family at around ten years old - and boy did she like that.
Because all she ever thought about was how she looked, my Bio was worried that the public would assume she is a bad mother, therefore she went around to everyone that knew me and fed them stories about me, which then caused them to text me horrible things. I would get messages saying things like "You're never going to make over there.", "Your dad will realize the disgrace you are and throw you out.", "Why move at all, its not going to change the garbage you are inside.". Which, reasonably, had me crying at night for the first couple of months. But then I set-forth a task for myself: I need to show them, that they are wrong, that I am not a screw-up or mistake, and that I will make it and be successful. Persevering and graduating with a CPA license will prove to myself, and those who didn't believe in me, that I am more than I/they perceived me to be.