I had given up on myself and on ever having anything I wanted.
I was a “loser.” I sold pot, had quit everything I had ever started, and was basically looking for any place I could find to hunker down until my life ended, maybe in 50 or 60 years.
But I got lucky. I found the right place to hide.
Where I hid there were actually people who believed in me.
There were people who wouldn’t stand for mediocrity or being a victim.
I found out there were ways to take action even in the face of not believing.
I started getting parts of my life in order, rather than trying to fix “being a loser.”
Little by little I did things that were worthwhile.
I tried helping myself by helping other people.
I built up my body and my mind.
I helped to create something that has now allowed more than 100,000 people to change their health permanently. Some of them even saved their own lives.
I had come a long way from the pot dealing, good for nothing, scared of life quitter I had been just a few years before.