Overnight, Really?
The Mind Of A Billionaire Prior To Becoming One
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I was still reflecting on the profound impact of crafting a script when I heard it—a piercing cry that shattered the stillness of the afternoon. It came from my backyard, urgent and raw. I turned to look and saw her: a 14-year-old girl, trembling, her body drenched in the weight of something far greater than her young frame should bear. She was the niece of my former nanny, a face I knew but hadn’t seen in years. She was nervous, almost paralyzed by whatever had driven her to my gate, but I sensed immediately what this was. This was a soul on the edge, searching for refuge. I opened the door and welcomed her in. She sat down, but her eyes avoided mine, as if she was unsure if she even belonged there. Gently, I asked, “Would you like some juice?” She shook her head. “How about something to eat?” Again, a soft “no.” That’s when it hit me: her hunger wasn’t for anything physical. Her hunger was for something far deeper—for hope, for meaning, for a script that could pull her out of the chaos consuming her. I leaned in closer and asked, “What’s going on?” And then the floodgates opened. She began to tell me about her family, about the hurt and the turmoil that had led her here. I listened, my heart breaking for the weight she carried. And then, as if by instinct, the words came. Words that I believe were not mine but guided by something far greater: “Have faith in the plan God has for your life. Whatever is going on in your home right now, it’s where you are meant to be. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to run to God the way you just ran to me. Can you do that for me?” Tears poured down her face, and in that moment, I saw the seed being planted. A seed no juice, no sandwich, and no money could ever give her. It was the seed of faith—a seed that would one day take root and grow into something she couldn’t yet imagine. And as I sat with her, I realized something that shook me to my core: the script works. Not just for me, but for her. For you. For anyone who dares to believe that their story can be rewritten with intention, faith, and a willingness to plant the right seeds. That little girl didn’t leave my home the same way she entered. She left with something intangible but infinitely powerful—a glimmer of hope, a fragment of trust in a greater plan. And as she walked away, I knew it was time to turn the page. Every script leads us to the next chapter of life. For her, that next chapter is yet unwritten. For me, the next chapter is clear. It’s The Journey. Because writing the script is only the beginning. The real transformation happens when you step into the unknown, guided by the words you’ve written, and start living them out. That’s where the growth is. That’s where the breakthroughs happen. That’s where the seeds bear fruit. And so, I invite you to step into... (page 71 and 72 of my book one)
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About the Book
In Overnight, Really?, Sonja gives readers a living, real-time account of her journey to success. Unlike many successful individuals who might struggle to recall the exact steps they took before their success, Sonja’s approach is different. Driven by the belief that the pre-success journey is just as valuable, if not more so, Sonja set out to write this book while she was still in the process of building her success. This book is a true, living example of what it takes to persevere and overcome obstacles while building a successful life and business through purposeful parenting.
About the Author
Sonja’s commitment to self-development is evident in her extensive reading. She has read over 28 books on Parenting, more than 102 on Business and Personal Development, and 27 on Health and Fitness. While these books have shaped her understanding of success, they all pointed to one fundamental thing: those who have achieved success often forget or fail to recall what they did before they succeeded. It’s this gap that drove Sonja to write Overnight, Really? — to offer readers a living, breathing example of the journey, not after the fact, but as it unfolds.