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How SuperME Made Me a Better Entrepreneur

How SuperME Made Me a Better Entrepreneur

Some people are surprised when I tell them…

I was teaching Entrepreneurship more than 20 years ago!

But in truth, entrepreneurship has been in my blood since I was a boy.

I grew up in Chinatown — my family were hawkers selling clothes and towels.
From young, I was already serving customers, arranging displays, and yes — closing sales.
We’d test new bundles, new ideas, new ways to attract people.

Looking back, I realize I wasn’t just helping in a stall —
I was already an entrepreneur in training.

Over the years, I learned that entrepreneurship isn’t about making money.
It’s about adding value.

Money is just the result.
Value is the reason.

Anyone can sell a product —
but a true entrepreneur transforms people’s lives by solving problems and serving from the heart.

Even as a Chartered Accountant, I knew —
you can’t audit your way to value.
You must create it.


Now, at 62, I’ve come full circle.

Through SuperME, I’ve discovered a new kind of entrepreneurship —
one that begins with Purpose, Love, and Gratitude.

When you live as your SuperME,
you stop working for money…
and start working from meaning.

That’s what makes you unstoppable.

Today, I’m creating new ventures built around SuperME —

not just to grow businesses,
but to grow people.

Because entrepreneurship, at its heart,
is the art of turning your purpose
into value for the world.

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