07/21/2026
Tomorrow is July 22nd. Three years sober.
In those three years I quit the corporate world. Not because I wanted to. Because I was dying trying to conform to a model of life that was impossible to achieve and would never offer me anything real. A conventional retirement was never going to happen. I was just too blind to see it.
In three years I started a small insurance agency called I Care,because Billy and I do. I trained for 18 months, rode 8,000 miles, and competed in the toughest endurance event on earth. The Munga, 1,150km over 5 days through the Karoo desert in South Africa. I spoke in front of 700 people at the Purpose Summit. I wrote a book about my life’s journey. I formed Billy’s Farm of Hopes and Dreams, received IRS approval as a 501(c)(3), and every penny from the book goes to the farm.
The farm will be a free sanctuary in South Michigan. Donkeys, chickens, open land, and a gate that is always open. For special needs adults and children. For the caregivers who never clock out. Free. Always.
Someone asked me recently what has been my greatest lesson since getting sober. There are two.
The first is my relationship with my children. Harry, Mia, and Billy. Whom I love dearly.
The second is the other gift I have been given. The gift of purpose. My God given purpose for the rest of my life is to give continually to others. To other caregivers. To give them hope. To give them the opportunity to dream again. I will spend the rest of my life making sure no caregiver ever feels the way I did during my darkest days.
I stopped applying for grants recently. Because they all ask the same question. And it is the wrong question. How many people are you going to serve?
I don’t want to lie. And we only ever get turned down.
Because the truth is, we only need to save the life of one person. And everything will have been worth it. All the pain. All of it.
It reminds me of a story. A gentleman is walking along a beach after the tide has gone out. Thousands of starfish washed up on the sand. They will all perish when the sun comes up. In the distance he sees a little girl throwing them back into the sea one by one. He walks over and asks her why she is doing this there are thousands, it is impossible to save them all. She picks up another one, throws it into the water, turns to him and says, saved that one.
I intend to build this farm. Every penny I have, every penny raised through donations, book sales, and speaking engagements is going to make it happen.
I will build it. And they will come.
I will save one life.
Happy third birthday to me. 🫏
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