Rather than talking about how much I miss my Dad and wish he was still here - I’ve decided to spill the beans on a topic I’ve been thinking about (in secret) for a long time.
I’ve never openly shared this before. It’s controversial. It may even sound cold and apathetic. Few will understand it at first. And I’m likely to get lash back for it.
…but I’ve decided to tell you how my father’s death made me a BETTER and STRONGER man.
More specifically: how the PAIN of losing someone close to me has made me stronger. And how pain can make you stronger too.
This is going to be heavy topic.
You see, in my 22 years I’ve lost two people that I once loved more than anything…
One, I lost to a freak accident.
The other, I lost to my own selfish behavior.
On both occasions, I suffered… It’s worse than any physical pain imaginable. And it doesn’t go away.
But on my both occasions, I’ve GROWN in extraordinary ways.
First, I’ll tell you my “Aha” moment. And then I’ll tell you why this is a Real thing!
Here is my realization...