Comhroinn Fuaime

He was rejected… (pause) not once… not twice… but seventeen times. Most people would have quit… (pause) He didn’t. At twenty-five… he had no money… no connections… and no clear direction. He applied for jobs… (pause) rejected. Tried starting a business… (pause) failed. Even his friends… started doubting him. Every rejection… hit harder than the last. Emails that said… “We’re sorry…” became normal. There were nights… he questioned everything… “Maybe… I’m not good enough…” But instead of