How I Learned to Move Mountains

Making this new video was a deeply emotional experience for me. I made it for mothers (because of my own), (I didn’t have a father).
While making it, I discovered old photos from my childhood that I didn’t know existed of me, my brother, our mother and our mobile home. We were definitely poor financially. But because of our mother, we were so very rich. This is one of the most life defining moments of my childhood. How I learned to move mountains.

If you had a great mother leave a comment. Or it you know a great mother that could use some acknowledgement, tag her or share this with her. Or maybe it’s a great father. A great parent is a great parent. I just didn’t have a father.

I hope you like it. And please, stick around till the very end of the video. It’s the most special part to me.

3 Stories At Once

Recently I was invited to speak for, a company I massively admire. I decided to open by telling 3 stories – at once. It was risky because I’d never done it before. But I felt it had the potential to have a greater impact. They are all true stories. One story is about a rock climber. One story is about a clothing store in Boston. And the third story is about me and a napkin. Each one has a revelation by the end of the story.