When I was 12 yrs old...my 16yr old brother passed away. In that moment, I decided that life was meaningless. That decision led me down a path of self destruction that ended one night when I was black out drunk...
I rear-ended a car at a stoplight!
While sobering up in jail, I realized that I could have killed someone. That also made me realize that my decisions actually matter. And if my decisions matter then my life does have meaning...
If one of my decisions could have killed someone, then another decision could help someone!
So I went on the journey to find out how to help people. I started with my family. I decided to figure out a way to make them happy...
The world told me that money and vacations would work, so...
I made a ton of money and took our family on a ton of vacations. Only to find out...it didn't make them or me happy...
My mom was dying and the hospice nurses told me she had less than 2 weeks to live. My girlfriend at the time had a severe opioid addiction. My friends all turned on me. I had plenty of money but was living in HELL!
I had tried every path I knew to take. Drugs and alcohol. Success and money. Friends and family. Personal development and motivation. Religion and meditation. It all sounded good and should have worked but nothing did!
Then, just in the moment when all hope seemed lost, the secret that I (and everyone else) had been searching for finally revealed itself to me...
I'll tell you more about that in just a moment but first let me introduce myself to you...