When I was in high school, I had an idea of what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be. I didn't know fully, so I decided not to bother with going to college, and to take some time, to figure things out. Two years later, my thoughts became clearer. Two years after that, I knew full-well what I wanted to do with my life. Now, I'm not so sure... "Dreamer, you stupid little dreamer," I discovered that I had an interest in computers sometime in the late '90s. My dad had gotten a job at an office, and ended up bringing home a computer. Well, the one work computer soon led to several coming through the door, and the two of us started studying what we could, when we could. He'd bring home various parts and junked PCs, and we'd tear them down and rebuild. In 2001, I became employed by a local consumer-electronics dealer. It was here that I discovered that the public is moronic, needs help, and that there isn't anyone around this town that can truly offer that kind of help - not even at the local dealer of products from "America's technology store." It was here that I started to dream of becoming an entrepreneur. In 2003, my father gained a heightened interest in radio communications. He has always had an interest - it just grew. He started working with the communications systems of the county's emergency services. I started to help, in small doses, as just an alternate set of eyes when trying to figure out how to use an unfamiliar piece of programming software. His collection of equipment grew, and so had the word that he could program certain radios. I came to the realization that the two of us should join forces and start a business. I've drempt of this for four years now. And nothing has happened.
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