Back in 2018, I was beyond broke—so broke that I’d skip fries with my burger just to save a dollar. One day, while scrolling through my feed, I came across someone bragging about their crypto gains on Binance. I figured, "What do I have to lose?" So, I took my entire savings—a grand total of $27.35—and invested it in a random token I could barely pronounce. $DOGE caught my eye—mostly because that dog logo was too cute to ignore.
The next morning, I overslept (because my broken alarm clock had other plans). I grabbed my cracked Android phone, opened Binance, and couldn’t believe my eyes—my $27 had doubled to $54 overnight. I screamed so loud my neighbors probably thought I hit the jackpot. That moment changed everything. I decided I was destined for crypto greatness.
I started spreading the Binance gospel to anyone who would listen—my grandma, the pizza guy, even my landlord who was hounding me for rent. They thought I was out of my mind, but I was convinced Binance was my golden ticket. I dove into day trading, feeling like the Wolf of Crypto Street. At one point, I even managed to 10x my portfolio with a token called $SHIBAFLOKIINUMOONROCKET (yes, that’s a real name—don’t ask).
By 2020, life looked completely different. I traded in instant noodles for sushi takeout and even bought myself a proper chair for the first time. I set my sights on hitting $1 million and promised myself I’d retire when I got there. One day, my portfolio hit $999,999.99. I thought, "One more trade won’t hurt." Spoiler: it hurt. I went all in on a token named $MOONRUG, and just like that, it vanished—along with my fortune. I was back to square one with $27.35.
But here’s the thing: Binance didn’t just teach me about wins and losses—it gave me a whole new mindset. It sparked a hustle I never knew I had. So, while I didn’t walk away with millions, I walked away with something even better: the grind to start over. Binance didn’t just change my life—it rebooted it.
