I asked a girl to hide $5,000 in her bra for me and she did. In this post Asif Zamir talks about his life, Napoleon Dynamite and making something out of yourself no matter what your circumstance.

1. I asked a girl to hide $5,000 in her bra for me and she did
You’ve got to watch this new movie called Napoleon Dynamite. This is going to be one of my favorite movies for a very
long time. If I had the skills to make a movie, this would be the one I would make. If the Lord asked me to choose
my life, I might choose the life of Napoleon Dynamite.
In school, drama was one of the most fun times. By grade 8 everyone wanted me on their drama team. We would come
up with unique skits based on books like War of the Worlds or To Kill a Mockingbird. In high school I quickly signed
up for the drama class but thanks to all the dope smokers that also signed up (thinking they would get easy credits) I
swapped it for Art, which was such a much better decision. (I’m not kidding, one guy pulled out his wiener and peed
on the classroom carpet during class, this is the kind of crap teachers had to deal with). I still don’t understand why I
didn’t sign up for art in the first place, or both.
In grade school there was an art contest that I won, and my painting, as far as I remember, a very well done tree against
a forest was displayed in one of Toronto’s major galleries. Schools from all over came to see and children were with
their parents. Except for me, as usual I was without mine. It didn’t completely matter to me, by that time I was
usually paying my own way and signing my own permission slips. I was so proud of my work though, nobody could
tell that a mean girl scratched a line across the trunk of the tree with her black felt pen. I painted over it and still won.
About a year later the art gallery mailed the piece back to my school, my school mailed it to me (I had moved from North
York to Malton by then) and my grandmother threw it out, saying that it was against our Muslim religion to have such
art in the house. I reminded her that we recently were taught at our Mosque that the same Muslim religion allows me
to beat her for being so disobedient to me, but that didn’t fair very well for me. :) Come on I was like 9 years old.
I would get used to this though, this thing where I would build something and the family in my life would tear it down for
one reason or another. Everything was an uphill battle. Nothing was simple. I hear about these young business
people who succeeded in a big way and I try to find out about their home life. What kinds of beatings were they
taking each day, how many busted noses did they have to clean up right before school, how many times did they
come home to see all their possessions gone, how often did 100% of their money go towards family expenses?
I don't know how to make a powerpoint presentation so please read the rest of this at http://www.asifzamir.com/i-asked-
a-girl-to-hide-5000-in-her-bra-for-me-and-she-did/