How it started… again.. I came home from prison for the third time frail, empty, angry, and resentful. Broken mentally. Lost emotionally. Carrying a lot of bitterness toward the world. I had worked myself into the ground trying to provide, trying to do the right thing, and still found myself back where I never wanted to be again. By the time I came home in October 2019, I knew something had to change — or nothing ever would. I was angry. I felt betrayed. But I was also a father. Seeing my son made one thing clear: I couldn’t live like that anymore. So I locked in. I took a leap of faith, moved to Florida with $800 to my name, and bet on myself when there were no guarantees. One opportunity turned into another. One person gave me a shot when I needed it most — and I ran with it. That’s how this life was built. Not overnight. Not alone. But through discipline, consistency, and doing the right thing even when it was hard. If you’re still in the frail and broken phase — keep going....