I used the money I made to pay for my food and rent, buy some nice guitars, camera equipment and lights, and then put whatever was left into helping others. I met some wonderful homeless people on the streets who I would try to help by buying food and clothes and I donated the earnings of my busiest week of the year to a 3-year-old girl with Neuroblastoma, a rare form of children’s cancer. This story later went viral and snowballed into a huge national campaign to raise money for the disease. I say this not for a pat on the back for my charitable efforts, but to point out that this all came from a couple of wires on a piece of wood, and a determination to make a difference. In my mind, others needed the money more than me, and if I could do something to help, then I would. And as such, It went far beyond just ‘I’ll play you some nice songs and you enjoy them’ and actually was making a genuine difference in the world. 

Following this, I put a few guitar covers of songs I like to play on Youtube. I always knew I could play half-decently from the response I would get from people, but never thought I was particularly amazing or anything. I had known how much I had struggled to get to the point of being able to play these songs. How many bum notes had been hit over the years, how many wrong strings had been strummed, and how many questions I had asked of myself (Am I good enough? Maybe I don’t have what it takes. Should I do something else etc.). However, all the videos I uploaded were quickly becoming the highest-viewed versions of all of these songs online, and the comments I was getting were suggesting otherwise.