I struggled with drugs and alcohol for many years. I was always trying to get clean, but was never able to succeed. I’d take two steps forward only to stumble backwards three or four. I felt empty inside and I knew there was something missing. One day after a five-day drug and alcohol binge, I cried out to God, “God, please help me.”
I’ve always believed there was a God. I had spoken to him throughout my life, especially, when I was in trouble or needed something. And boy, did I need him in that moment.
30 days clean turned into 60. 60 Days turned into 90 and so on. Today, I’ve been clean for over 15 years. I’m Grateful.
Once I got free from my addiction, I was able to focus long enough to make money illegally. I had lost so much to drug abuse that I felt like selling drugs was my only way to catch up.
With five years clean under my belt, I was making large amounts of money, the likes of which I had never seen before.
Five hundred a week turned into one thousand a week. One Thousand a week turned into ten thousand a week and so on.
I realized I had been trying to catch up my whole life. When I was a kid, all I wanted was for my parents to affirm me. As a teenager, all I wanted to do was fit in. As a young adult, I used drugs and alcohol to numb the pain. As an addict, all I wanted to do was get clean. When I did get clean, all I wanted to do was catch up. While catching up, all I wanted was more.
I could recall sitting in my huge house, on my huge couch, watching my huge TV and feeling miserable. That’s when I had the realization that changed my life. “You can’t fill a spiritual void with things of the physical.”
That’s the moment that I surrendered and said, “God, whatever it means to serve you, I want to serve you.”
I began to see a change in my life. Shortly after the change, I sold my home and opened The 3Sixty House: A transitional house for recovering addicts trying to transition back into society, that houses as many as 54 people at a time.
Two years later, it was 2008 and we had helped dozens and dozens of addicts. I was running out of money. I prayed, “God, you have to throw me a bone here.”
A few months later, I was swimming in my friend’s swimming pool in Orlando, FL, and it hit me, “I’m gonna make some cool tees!” I walked out of the pool dripping wet, walked straight into my friends home office, grabbed a napkin and started doodling. Three minutes later, I was staring at the Grateful Flow logo. That was the beginning of a journey that would change the course of my life and many others. Grateful Apparel had been birthed.