Back in 2018, I was beyond broke. Like, “skip the fries to save a dollar” broke. One day, while scrolling through my timeline, I saw someone flexing their crypto gains on Binance. Curious and desperate, I thought, Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? I took my entire savings—a grand total of $27.35—and invested it in a random token I could barely pronounce. $DOGE sounded cute, and that little dog logo? Irresistible.
The next morning, I woke up late (my alarm was broken because, well, broke life). Opening Binance on my cracked Android phone, I saw my $27 had turned into $54 overnight. I screamed so loud my neighbors thought I hit the lottery. That moment, I knew I was destined for crypto greatness.
I told everyone I knew about Binance—my grandma, the pizza guy, even my landlord who was chasing me for rent. They thought I was crazy, but I was convinced Binance was my way out of the struggle. I started day-trading, thinking I was the "Wolf of Satoshi Street." Once, I even 10x’d my portfolio with a random token named $SHIBAFLOKIINUMOONROCKET (don’t ask).
By 2020, my life had transformed. Instant noodles were replaced by sushi deliveries, and I finally bought a proper chair. My goal was to retire when I hit $1 million. One day, my portfolio hit $999,999.99, and I thought, Just one more trade.
That’s when Binance taught me its most important lesson. I went all in on a token called $MOONRUG, and just like that—poof. My portfolio vanished, and I was back to where I started: $27.35.
But here’s the thing—Binance didn’t just teach me about gains and losses; it taught me resilience, strategy, and the grind. Today, I’m trading smarter and with more knowledge. Binance didn’t just change my life—it restarted it.
