Author, speaker and entrepreneur Pat Divilly on Every Conversation Can Change A Life at TEDxGalway – Transcript
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Pat Divilly – Author, speaker and entrepreneur
Five years ago, I moved to Dublin as an early qualified personal trainer with huge hopes, dreams and ambitions. I’ve always wanted to be something special. I even remember as a kid being sat in these seats, in this theater with my parents and thinking, someday I’m going to speak on that stage. And I didn’t know what for but I always wanted to be something.
So after getting qualified as a personal trainer, I made the move to Dublin, and I saw it as my time to shine. I thought about how they’d be so proud of me back in Galway when I became Ireland’s leading fitness guru. And I thought about how proud my family and friends would be of me when I made it in the big smoke.
I quickly found out living in Dublin, it wasn’t going to be that easy. I had no community or no network there, and I struggled to find my first few personal training clients. Before long I was working part time in a clothes shop to try to pay the bills. I didn’t tell people that at home, because I didn’t want them to know that I was struggling. And I didn’t want to let the dream die.
Even with that, I couldn’t pay the rent and I was borrowing money from anyone I could. I wasn’t willing to admit defeat. I didn’t want to borrow money from anyone. I didn’t want to be working in a clothes shop part time but more than anything, I didn’t want to fail.
But eventually I had to admit defeat. On Christmas Eve, my dad rang me inquiring as to when I would be home to see my family for Christmas. And I tried to keep it together on the phone, and swallow my pride as I told him that I wasn’t doing that well, and I didn’t have the €12 to get the bus fare home.
I’ll never forget the bus journey home. For three hours I cried, it’s Christmas Eve, the time everyone is excited to go home and see their friends and family, and here I am, the biggest failure, the biggest loser. I put my hood up, I put my head down, and I just cried. Usually if you get the bus home from Dublin to your hometown, you meet people you know. There was probably people I knew on that bus, but I just didn’t know what was going on in my head. And I couldn’t even buy a small gift for my mum. So I got a card and I wrote: “I’ll take you out to lunch on the new year when things are better” and it broke my heart.
Lucky for me, a friend of mine offered me some part time work in a pizzeria. People on Galway will know the place. It wasn’t the dream for a personal trainer but it got me out of the house and it got me out of my own head a bit. When I wasn’t working as a waiter, I’d walk up and down the beach for hours everyday, just looking for some revelation, some inspiration, some glimmer of hope and some light at the end of this dark tunnel. More often than not, I’d have tears in my eyes or tears streaming down my face, still feeling like a failure. And if I’d bump into someone I knew I’d wipe away the tears and make sure they knew that there was nothing wrong.