Celebrating The Good In Business And Humanity
I was homeless in October of 2020. I had a bag of clothes and nothing else. I hadn’t spoken to most of my family in years. I missed my father’s funeral because I was too ashamed of who I had become.
And then the phone rang.
Four years later, I have my family back. I have my faith. I have my sobriety. I get to watch my boys grow up.
God wasn’t finished with me. I’m willing to bet He’s not finished with you either.
Some addictions start with a bang. Mike’s started with a warm Budweiser at 5:47 AM, and ended with a belt across his thigh that same night. He was eight years old and already learning how to hide.
From the outside, I painted a picture of perfection. The all-star baseball player. The champion wrestler. The good student when I chose to be. But behind the facade, a storm raged within me—a tempest of doubt, loneliness, and a pain I couldn’t name.
