In that darkness, he discovered the only thing that seemed to lift the weight—making people laugh. He did impressions at home for his ailing mother, then onstage in Toronto clubs, his father driving him to gigs they could barely afford. Eventually Los Angeles called. Broke but defiant, he wrote himself a post‑dated check for $10 million, a promise that one day his “acting services” would be worth it. Within a few years—Ace Ventura, The Mask, Dumb and Dumber—that impossible number became real. His journey from a van to Hollywood stardom is less about luck than a raw, relentless belief that even in the harshest circumstances, you can still rewrite the ending.
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