06/16/2026
Drove through my old neighborhood today and didn't expect it to hit me the way it did.
Every corner had a memory. The house. The block. The little things I used to do with my parents that felt so normal back then — and now feel like treasures.
Both of them are gone now. And standing there, I just... missed them. Like, really missed them.
But sitting in that moment, something else hit me too — that neighborhood, those experiences, those parents... that's where all of THIS started.
Every value I hold. Every lesson I pass on to the teens I mentor. Every late night pouring into someone else's kid like they're my own. It all traces back to what my parents poured into me, even when I didn't realize they were doing it.
That's why I work so hard at this. That's why "Fiercely Changing the Game" exists. I'm not just mentoring — I'm passing forward everything my parents gave me, to kids who need it just as much as I did.
It's wild how a place can hold so much of someone, even when they're not here anymore.
Grateful for the time I had. Grateful for the foundation they gave me. And grateful that their legacy gets to live on through every young person I get to pour into.
If you've lost a parent — or both — you already know this feeling. And maybe, like me, you've found a way to let their love keep working through you. 🤍