
Wall Street


Vince flew to New York on a last-ditch effort to fund his prepaid gas card startup that let drivers lock in gasoline prices. He had a couple of meetings scheduled and had a backup plan in case one was needed. It was. He remembered a Wall Street Journal piece about a job seeker who found a job by walking around town with his resume on a sandwich board, so he built his own: WILL WORK FOR SEED CAPITAL. He started at Times Square and walked down to Wall Street and back on the coldest day of the year- 17 degrees! Most people stared. A Con Ed driver yelled “Get a real job!” while a group of elderly women called him cute. No checks, no meetings, no momentum.
From Times Square to Wall St.


By dusk he was numb, angry, and his mind was clearer than it had been in months. There was only one voice he wanted to hear—Caroline’s—four thousand miles away. He bought an international calling card and called, forgetting she’d be sleeping at that time. She couldn’t fix anything of course and didn’t try;
but she was there. That’s what mattered. The taxi ride to the airport felt different. He wasn’t quite there yet, but the wheels were turning…