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So today marks episode #100 of my podcast.
Pretty crazy to me.
And since it’s a special occasion and all… I wanted to take a moment to reflect and most importantly tell you: THANK YOU!
I still find it pretty crazy that tens of thousands of people take the time to listen to what I have to say on a daily basis.
Mind-boggling a bit.
But, I really wanted to let you know how much all the supportive comments and chats (hell, even the debates) mean to me.
So, I want to tell you a quick story…
On September 5th, 1989…
My dad, my little brother and I were in a pretty bad car accident. It was a foggy day, you couldn’t see more than a handful of feet front of you and my dad was driving us to school as he always did.
We came to what’s called the OPPD highway where I grew up.
It’s the highway that leads out to the power plant where a good number of people in that area work. We sat at the intersection for awhile trying to get a read on whether any incoming traffic was coming.
I remember my dad asking, “John, do you see anything?”
And I said, “no”.
And off we went.
Turns out there was a car coming… about 65 mph. And it slammed into the side of our little S-10 pickup as we crossed the road. We flew 30 feet into the air, spun 180 degrees and smashed into a telephone pole.
The truck then slammed to the ground and we all flew out.
As that happened, I was inches from death twice. The car had struck just behind the passenger side door where I was sitting… with no seat belt. When we hit the pole… we hit it just in front of the passenger side door… where I was sitting.
Police said an inch or two the other way on either hit and I’d have died instantly.
As it happened, my dad got the worst of it.
My brother and I broke some bones but would be fine. My dad, on the other hand… not so much. He chipped a piece of his spinal cord and would end up a paraplegic for the rest of his life.
My family’s life fundamentally changed that day.
My dad, at the time, was the owner of a successful, 3-million dollar per year plumbing business. My mom was a housewife taking care of us six boys.
Suddenly, my dad lost everything and my mom was thrust into providing for us.
I’d be lying if I said things didn’t get rough at times.
There were times where I went days without eating.
Never had anything nice. Never got anything I wanted. I had to scratch and claw and fight for every inch of prosperity I’ve ever achieved.
Again, I don’t tell you this to make you feel sorry for me.
It’s for two reasons…
One, to let you know I understand. The messages I get on a daily basis from people laying their heart out to me about their situation. I can’t always help… but I always understand where you’re coming from.
And my single piece of advice… is to keep fighting.
But the second reason… which is why I bring it up today is to tell you: THANK YOU! I doubt anybody I grew up with would have ever guessed that a dirty little trailer park rat like me would have so many people who cared what I had to say.
And any ounce of pride I have… all comes back to you.
The attention you give me. The interest. The encouragement. Hell, even the people who hate my guts and tell me so. I never would have imagined this many people would care.
So now understanding my story and where I’m coming from: THANK YOU!
I look forward to 100 more.
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