In 1996 I started as a driving instructor, the guy sitting in the passenger seat gripping the handle and hoping the student in the intersection would press the clutch and not the gas. Salary? Just enough for coffee, bills, and to survive the month, nothing more. But I kept going because I knew I could make something out of it. While working I had to finish my studies, because the state decided you’re not smart enough to open your own driving school without a diploma. Even if you can actually teach people to drive and have more experience than half the bureaucrats combined. So at night I studied, during the day I made sure students didn’t run me off the road, and I waited for the day I could open my own school. In 2005 I stumbled on TheRichJerk.com and that was my shock – a site that bluntly tells you you’re a loser if you think you’ll work for others your whole life. That was my “aha moment.” I realized the internet can work for you 24 hours a day, that money can come in even while you sleep. Nobody here understood it, everyone thought I had fallen for a scam, but I knew this was the future. Of course I failed, burned money on campaigns, made mistakes, but every fail taught me more than years and years on the job. By day I was the serious driving instructor, by night I was a click hunter, testing campaigns, reading forums, learning SEO and advertising, because I knew that was the real school. And then came 2025, when we finally established RJK d.o.o. and launched a cleaning service. Why? Because AI can write you poems and generate images, but it sure won’t clean your toilet. People will always need clean spaces, even if they have the latest version of ChatGPT on their phone. And that’s what we delivered – professional, reliable, steady every month. Not glamorous, but money doesn’t stink, especially when it comes in regularly. Today I wear three faces: Driving School Kovač, with over 29 years of tradition and thousands of drivers I’ve trained, affiliate marketing, where I’m still building systems that work without my presence, and the cleaning service, a family project that pays the bills. None of this came from easy shortcuts – it came from years of persistence, ridicule from others, days when I was at the bottom, but I didn’t quit. And the message? If you think someone else will take care of you, enjoy retirement with pocket change. If you want more, start now, work hard, accept that you’ll fall, but keep going. If a driving instructor who clicked ads at night and held the wheel during the day could build three different projects, then so can you. But hey, I’m not here to tell you what to do, that’s your call. Just don’t cry a few years from now when you’re still in the same place.