07/06/2026
Healing often looks like failure.
After years of workaholism and toxic success culture, resting feels like a white flag raised to the enemies I’ve been fighting my whole life:
Poverty
Insignificance
Shame
Since my crash, I’ve been strapped to an oxygen tank, a bi-pap machine, and a walker/wheelchair.
Hardly my vision of success.
But I’m also strapped to a resounding feeling of failure that fills every tear drop like salt.
How could I have let this happen?!
My drive to be financially successful in business almost made my wife a widow and my children fatherless.
And while Myasthenia Gravis tries to keep me focused on healing my body, the real healing must take place in the heart and mind.
What is a successful life, anyway?
Truly, as I lie in bed and shuffle around the house with literally nothing to do I’m coming to learn that for me…
TRUE HEALING isn’t merely remission of disease - it’s a reframing of the goals and ambitions I’ve toiled for.
Dad instead of dollars.
Husband instead of hi-fives.
Family instead of fame.
I’m not just healing from a physical ailment, I’m healing from four decades of cultural programming that has run me into the ground.
So even tho it feels like failure…
Healing in this way might just be the greatest success of my life.