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.
Mike arrived at Lycoming College in the fall with a 3.8 GPA from his first semester and a spot on the wrestling team. Freshman year, first semester—he’d proven he could do it. Could go to class, make weight, compete, maintain the structure that kept everything else from unraveling.
Then he quit wrestling.
Not because of an injury. Not because of grades. He just stopped showing up to practice one day in January, and when the coach called him in, Mike said he needed to focus on academics.
It was a lie.
.258 By fifteen, Mike had a routine. School. Wrestling practice. Four-hour shift at the Bucks County Coffee Company. Home by … More
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.
