Dear friend, when we were younger, we made promises to ourselves. Remember them?
First the pressure to get ahead.
But what about second chances?
A very real opportunity, but only possible if one person (and one person only) grants us permission.
The fear of hoping you’ll buy this book is less than the fear of not letting you know the book exists.
Written by a dad to a young boy in case something bad ever happens and the dad’s not around.
Bathed in love, generous, and very, very direct.
America the World should have the opportunity to read it.
We will either be an example or a warning.
Our life is not a dress rehearsal.