Sure thing, I’ve got one that still makes my chest pound every time I think about it. I was 27, still stuck in a nine‑to‑five that felt like a treadmill I couldn’t escape. One night, after a grueling shift, I found myself staring at a blank laptop screen and thought, “Why not start that app that helps people find local volunteer gigs?” I didn’t even have a solid plan, just a gut feeling that this could be the spark someone needed. So I slept on it, coded in the middle of the night, hit the road to a tech meet‑up, and ended up pitching to a panel of skeptical investors who were on their way to a coffee shop. They laughed, they questioned, but I kept my story tight, talked about the first volunteer I’d ever helped, and said, “We can make that story happen.” I left the room shaking, but when the first funding came through and the app launched, that adrenaline rush never faded. Every time I see someone using the app to change a life, my chest races again, and I keep wondering if I was bold enough or just lucky, but either way it keeps me moving forward.