I wasn’t born with a roadmap, a trust fund, or a perfect plan. I was shaped by mistakes, responsibility, and the conviction that comfort is the silent coffin most men climb into. I’ve failed, rebuilt, fallen again, and stood back up because God didn’t design men to stay broken. I’m a husband, a father, and a man who learned the hard way that discipline isn’t punishment, it’s freedom. I run toward the pain most people avoid, because pain is honest. Pain reveals who you really are. And I refuse to live a life where my children watch me quit. Gospel of Grit wasn’t created to sound good. It was created because men need truth again. Not motivational fluff. Not soft half-truths. Real, raw accountability backed by faith. This movement is my life’s work. Not for fame. Not for applause, but because I’ve lived every page I write, and I know what it feels like to be lost, numb, and stuck. If my story can pull another man out of that pit, then every scar had a purpose.
