Destiny Calls Some say that almost every CEO in history is a tall man who comes from a wealthy lineage. The psychology behind this claim is that everyone wants to look up to their leader and that the most successful CEO is usually one from the highest rank of social class. For me this was a problem. I am a short, financially deprived student who hasn’t been an inch inside the real business world. As a high school entrepreneur I was always looking for the “bigger and better” to take me to the top. From selling cars on craigslist, selling fool-proof items in the flea market, to taking investments from people to turn profit over in through various business endeavors, I did it all in my small town. While surfing the internet one day for new things to sell, a Forbes listing appeared and led me to my newest adventure at the time. An ad on the Forbes website, illuminated by enticing pixels, caught my eye. The advertisement proclaimed that some of the world’s biggest CEOs would be hosting a business conference in Chicago on how they “made it big.” The moment I read Matthew Forney, Jay R. Feuerstein, and several other top guns of business would be there, my heart sunk and my passion for adventure churned like a coal furnace. Without hesitation I checked my “business checkbook” (A miniature 3x5 composition notebook) and saw that I had just enough money for the conference. After a surprisingly quick approval from my school principal I bought myself an exclusive seat out the 100 available. Unswayed by the thought of not having enough money for the journey up to Chicago I quickly began devising a get rich quick scheme. 10 days, 10 days of baby-sitting, 15 lawns cut, and 20 car washes later, I was ready to my bus ticket. I had managed to conjure up three hundred and eighty dollars which would be spent as so: $360 for my bus ticket, $20 for a week’s worth of food, and there would be absolutely no money laying around for tom-foolery- this was strictly business. The day of the trip had arrived and though I thought I would be overly-excited…I wasn’t. The looping thought of how hard it was going to be to manage to eat a conservative thirteen meals with twenty dollars bombarded my thoughts. I continued on and soon boarded the first of many bus changeovers. A normal person that could afford to buy an airplane could arrive in Chicago in around eight hours for nearly double the price of my bus ticket. Unfortunately, my bus ride would take five days round trip. As I transferred from city to city and bus to bus, I lived on Ramen noodles, Vienna sausage, and one loaf of bread which I carried everywhere. Though I wasn’t the poorest person growing up I surely portrayed the image of a young lowly beggar. As the bus passed through I quickly noticed a decline in Hispanic people. My “raza” had abandoned me and my comfort zone quickly diminished. It now seemed as if at every bus station during changeovers, people were staring at me like an outsider. Aside from many awkward confrontations, I distinctly remember an instant when my bus was held over eight hours so the bus company decided to accommodate me in an executive bus. Upon boarding the bus, I hardly noticed the luxuriously upholstered leather seats all fitted with ten inch screens and DVD players. I only felt the eyes of high class business men and women screaming that I didn’t belong or deserve to be amidst their holiness. Those whom I dreamt of being all these years could now only be seen as the “one percent” ocularly approximating my undignified presence. I felt alone and unworthy. My feeling of discrimination only heightened and reached its pinnacle when I reached Chicago. I walked 2 miles in 22 degree weather which was actually zero degrees with the wind chill factor. After an excruciating forty minute walk to the hotel where the business conference would be, I had finally arrived to the doorstep of my destiny. I could barely wrap my arthritis-like frozen hands around the double arched