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“Take All You Want, But Eat All You Take” — What the Smorgasbord Taught Me About Health, Stewardship & Self-Discipline

There was a time when ‘all-you-can-eat’ wasn’t a dare.   It was a courtesy.   A freedom paired with a personal responsibility.   And maybe most importantly, a quiet reminder that:     Just because you can… doesn’t mean you should.     That idea sat front and center at the iconic Grey’s Cafeteria in Mooresville, Indiana; my family’s ‘go-to’ as a kid growing up in the heart of the Midwest. Their motto, posted in bold letters near the end of the line, said it all:   “Take all you want, but eat all you take.”   Simple. Sensible. And sorely missing in today’s super-sized world.     🥘 Grey’s Was More Than Just a Cafeteria   It was a community staple.   A smorgasbord of roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, and pies that made grown men weep (or nap). But there was nothing “gluttonous” about it. It was abundance with boundaries.   Which is why it felt personal when Grey’s closed its doors in February 2025 after 80 years, citing a potential rebrand or relocation. Will they reopen? Maybe. But something tells me… it won’t be quite the same.   A Visual Test: What Are Your Eyes Telling You?   Here’s a challenge. Grab a photo album from the 1940s, 50s, or 60s – maybe your parents or grandparents.   Look at the people. Church gatherings. Baseball games. Family reunions. School photos.   What do you notice?   There’s something visibly different…Leaner faces. Smaller waistlines. Different postures. Less bloat, less burden.   We can argue all day about willpower, motivation, and exercise routines. But ask yourself honestly:   🍔 From Real Meals to Food-Like Substances   That’s where Dr. Jason Fung’s book, The Obesity Code, comes in.   He argues that obesity isn’t just a calories-in, calories-out issue – it’s hormonal. Specifically tied to insulin resistance, refined carbs, and how often we eat.   Most of us are swimming in food options 24/7. But what we’re choosing – ultra-processed, hyper-palatable, insulin-spiking “products” – isn’t really food. It’s entertainment. It’s addictive. It’s profitable.   And it’s breaking our health, one bite at a time.     🛠️ Minimalism Isn’t Deprivation – It’s Discernment   I’m not anti-food. I love to eat. I love to grill. I’ve even built a brand around it.   But I’m a big believer that utility trumps excess, and that applies to food, time, possessions, and energy.   You don’t need 12 items on your plate. You need the right 3 – real food, cooked well, enjoyed in peace.   Same goes for your schedule. Your Amazon cart. Your supplement stack. If it’s not helping you live better… why’s it on your tray or in your ‘shopping cart’?     🧠 The Stoics Understood This Long Before We Had Processed Cheese   “It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.”– Seneca   The Stoics weren’t against pleasure. They were against waste. Waste of time. Waste of virtue. Waste of health. And they knew that discipline isn’t punishment – it’s protection.   Those cafeteria signs – “Take all you want, but eat all you take” – were mini moral compasses.   They taught us to think before piling on. To choose wisely. To respect what we were given.   That’s Stoicism. That’s minimalism. That’s stewardship.     🌎 Modern Stewardship: A Bigger Picture   When we talk about stewardship today, let’s broaden the definition:   🏁 Final Thoughts From the ‘Buffet Line of Life’   We’re not just dealing with a health crisis – we’re facing a clarity crisis. We’ve forgotten how to separate what we can do from what we should do.   Grey’s Cafeteria may have closed, but the lesson still holds:   You don’t have to load up your plate – just fill it with what truly serves you.   So – whether you’re dining, shopping, planning your day, or pursuing your passions…   Remember: Take all you want, but eat all you take.Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.   Let’s choose with purpose. Let’s live with rhythm. And let’s never forget the wisdom of a cafeteria tray and a Stoic heart. — – BrianHealth Hacker. Minimalist Meatloaf Philosopher. Still cleaning my plate at LivinBestLife.com.

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Faith, Fire, and the Philosophical Path: My Journey into Stoicism and Epicureanism

Until October of 2020, I hadn’t spent much time with Greek philosophy—at least, not consciously.   Like many people raised in a traditional faith, I once believed that philosophy was an alternative to religion, maybe even a threat to it. I was raised in the Catholic faith and later moved toward non-denominational Christian communities in the late ’80s after settling in Maryland. The thought of diving into Stoic or Epicurean texts seemed like stepping outside the bounds of spiritual “safety.”   But life has a way of reintroducing us to wisdom in unexpected forms.   My entry point was Stoicism—first through a work colleague then modern voices interpreting it (think Ryan Holiday, Daily Stoic emails, and YouTube channels breaking down Marcus Aurelius into bite-sized insights). As with many of my pursuits throughout my life’s journey, I go in with both feet!   What struck me wasn’t how foreign it felt, but how familiar. These weren’t ideas pulling me away from faith—they were reinforcing the kind of character my faith had always encouraged.   Shortly afterward, I encountered Epicureanism—another misunderstood school of thought.   It’s often reduced to “pleasure-seeking,” but in truth, Epicurus preached something far richer: that true pleasure is peace, freedom from unnecessary desires, and a life lived among friends. This wasn’t hedonism—it was harmony.   Both schools offered tools I didn’t know I was missing: And together, they added texture and shape to my spiritual life rather than replacing it.   Philosophy and Faith: Not Opponents, But Partners   I’ve come to believe that philosophy and religion can coexist—beautifully. Where religion connects me to the divine, to purpose, and to a broader sense of meaning, philosophy gives me a daily operating manual. It’s not either/or. It’s both/and.   Stoicism doesn’t deny God (and my blog isn’t to promote religion or the existence/nonexistence of God; whatever one believes is up to them. My intent is to simply share information about life from all angles).   It simply teaches that we should act in accordance with nature, with reason, and with virtue.   Epicureanism doesn’t mock faith—it encourages us to remove unnecessary fears (like a wrathful god or the unknown after death) so we can focus on being good humans now. These schools help strip away the cultural baggage that sometimes distorts spiritual truth and leave behind what’s essential: love, temperance, friendship, courage, and clarity.   Living the Wisdom, Not Just Reading It   Since discovering these philosophies, I’ve tried to integrate them—not as some performative daily checklist, but as a mindset shift. “You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think.”   That’s not fear—that’s freedom. It’s gratitude sharpened into action.   Final Thoughts   Philosophy didn’t replace my faith. It refined it. It didn’t pull me into isolation—it helped me re-engage with the world on clearer terms. And it’s a journey I’d recommend to anyone, regardless of where they stand spiritually.   If you’ve ever felt stuck between religion and reason, between dogma and doubt, maybe it’s time to read a little Marcus. Or Epicurus. You don’t have to “convert” to philosophy. You just have to listen—and let the wisdom echo where it belongs: in how you live your life.   Because whether you’re kneeling in a church, journaling at sunrise, or grilling with your friends, truth—real truth—tends to show up in the same places.   And if you’re lucky, it’ll make you a better version of whoever you already are.   If you’re interested in ‘dipping your toe in the water’ of Greek philosophy, I recommend: – Brian Keep readin’ &  thinkin’!

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We’ve been lied to about cholesterol!

Statin drugs aren’t the answer.   Here’s what is.   If you or someone you care about has been told they have high cholesterol, chances are the doctor’s first reaction was this:   “Let’s get you on a statin.”   That may sound reasonable—after all, statins do lower cholesterol numbers.   But what if I told you that lowering your cholesterol with drugs doesn’t actually lower your risk of a heart attack?   What if the real issue isn’t your cholesterol at all – but the root cause of why your body is producing abnormal levels in the first place?   Dr. Jack Wolfson, a world-renowned natural cardiologist, is hosting a FREE webinar to break down exactly what’s going on inside your body—and how to fix it naturally.   👉 Register here for the free webinar »   🎯 “The Natural Path to Lower Cholesterol – Without Statins”   📅 June 17, 2025 | 🕖 7pm ET | 💻 Free Online Event   You’ll learn: Dr. Wolfson has helped tens of thousands of people reduce their cholesterol without medications—and this webinar could be the turning point for you too.   🎁 Bonus: All attendees get a free copy of Dr. Wolfson’s Cholesterol Protocol eBook.     👉 Secure your spot now – space is limited »     – Brian Ambassador for good health    

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Keeping the Beat: Why Drumming Moves Me

There’s something deeply human about drumming.   It’s ancient. Primal. Unapologetically loud.   It keeps the song together – or tears it apart.   I can’t say exactly when my love for drums began, but I have a hunch it had something to do with Walter Payton.   That’s right – Sweetness himself.   Before he became one of the greatest running backs in NFL history, Walter Payton was a drummer in his high school band. That little fact stuck with me.   It said something about balance. Rhythm. Focus. Discipline. The kind of traits that could make a man great – with or without pads.   And let’s face it – football and drumming aren’t so different.   They’re both about tempo.   They both thrive on rhythm, aggression, and a relentless forward drive.   And they both suffer when fear slows you down.   Why Drummers Were Always My Rock Stars   While some people idolize the lead singer or the flash of a guitar solo, I always kept my eyes and ears locked on the guy in the back. The heartbeat. The backbone.   Guys like: Neil wasn’t just a drummer. He was a technician, a poet, and a philosopher on the throne.   They didn’t call him The Professor for nothing.   When I Finally Bought the Kit   Late in my marriage, I did something a little bold. I bought an L.A. studio drum kit.   It was set up in my office above the detached garage—my own sacred soundproof sanctuary. When work got heavy or life got loud, I’d go up there and hit reset. Not with a keyboard or a screen. With sticks.   I wasn’t playing for anyone. I didn’t need to be perfect.   I was chasing tempo. Finding groove. Making rhythm where there was none.   There’s something healing about that. The Beat of the Ride   One of the most moving books I’ve ever read – and one that belongs on my essential reading list – is Neil Peart’s Ghost Rider. After losing both his daughter and wife in heartbreaking succession, Neil hit the road – on a motorcycle, alone, across North America.   He wasn’t looking for adventure. He was trying to outrun grief. Or maybe catch up to some kind of peace.   The book is a masterclass in endurance, vulnerability, and rebuilding a shattered life one mile – and one mile marker – at a time.   Every page felt familiar.   The motorcycle. The silence. The beat of the engine like a metronome against your soul.   I get that.   Why Drumming Matters to Me Now   In a world full of distractions, algorithms, and noise, the drum reminds me that simplicity is power. Whether it’s on the field, on the slopes, or behind the wheel on a winding road, I’ve learned to appreciate the rhythm of life.   To feel it. To tap into it. To steer by it.   It can be symphonic; the chase for orchestration and harmony.   🥁 If You’re Curious: Here are a few tools and inspirations I recommend:   Final Thought   You don’t have to be a musician to feel the beat.   You just have to listen.   To know when to slow down, when to press forward, and when to kick into high gear.   Whether I’m behind a kit, under a helmet, or in front of a grill, I’m still keeping the tempo.   And I plan to ride that rhythm for as long as life lets me.   – BrianDrummer of thoughts. Rider of roads. Always livin’ best life, one beat at a time.  

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Breathe Better, Live Stronger

There’s something about getting past the college phase of life that makes you think differently about what’s floating through the air – and I don’t just mean politics and perfume.   I’m talking air quality, surface contaminants, and everything you don’t see that’s affecting your immune system, sleep, energy, and respiratory health.   As someone who’s spent decades in healthcare consulting, including corporate wellness and lab diagnostics, I’ve seen the impact poor indoor environments can have – on productivity, inflammation, and overall well-being. And I’ve seen what works to counteract that.   That’s why I personally use – and have sold hundreds of units of – the Vollara Air & Surface Pro+ to Assisted Living and Nursing Home facilities, group homes and doctor’s offices, to name a few.   I made sure my children had them in their dorm rooms at college.   Even since the COVID threat has ended, it’s still imperative to maintain good air quality.   And yes, I believe it’s the best air and surface purification system on the market. What Makes the Air & Surface Pro+ Different?   Most air purifiers use passive filtration – like HEPA filters – that simply trap pollutants as air passes through them.   Vollara’s ActivePure® Technology takes things to another level.   Powered by NASA-Certified Space Tech   ActivePure doesn’t just wait for pollutants to pass through. It proactively scrubs the air and surfaces, neutralizing: This isn’t just air that smells fresh.   This is scientifically cleaner air.   The Pro+ model is powerful enough to cover up to 3,000 square feet – perfect for homes, offices, or even small clinics.   And it’s whisper quiet, ozone-free, and requires no extensive installation.   Review the Air & Surface Pro+ here Who Needs One?   If you answer “yes” to any of these, you should have one in every environment where you spend a significant amount of time: Then it’s time to clean up the one thing you can’t stop inhaling. More Vollara Products I Trust   In addition to the Pro+, Vollara offers science-backed wellness tech that aligns with my focus on functional, practical health tools.   1. LivingWater® A state-of-the-art water ionizer that filters and structures tap water for better hydration, antioxidant power, and mineral absorption. 📎 Explore LivingWater® Here 2. Nutraceuticals & Gut Support 👉 Great for those already using biomarker testing to personalize their nutrition (like I recommend). 📎 Browse Vollara Supplements 🔌 3. LaundryPure® 2.0   Clean your laundry with no detergent. Seriously. Oxygen-infused cold water and silver ions lift stains, remove bacteria, and protect fabrics.   Perfect for: 📎 Check out LaundryPure® 💬 My Takeaway: Start With What You Breathe   We optimize our supplements, our fitness routines, our sleep—but what about the air we breathe and the surfaces we touch 24/7?   If you’re living your best life – or trying to – you owe it to yourself to create the healthiest home base possible.   Whether you’re a biohacker, a caregiver, or someone who just wants to stop waking up stuffy, the Air & Surface Pro+ is one of the smartest investments you can make in your environment and longevity.   See the full Vollara collection (with my affiliate link)   Have questions about which products are right for you? Drop a comment or contact me directly. I’ve lived this, tested it, and recommended it for years.   Here’s to breathing deeper and living better –   – BrianWellness advocate, former sheep-trimming champ, and your Lambassador of better air quality.

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Born to Ride: How a Slightly Sophisticated Farm Boy Fell in Love With Motorcycling (and Never Looked Back)

Most kids my age were tearing open G.I. Joe figures and footballs on Christmas morning.   Me? My brother and I got matching Harley-Davidson X90s (mine red; his black) – back when AMF owned the brand and you couldn’t tell whether you were getting a motorcycle or a bowling ball with wheels.   It was cold. Flurries danced through the air. Our father gave us a quick lesson in the driveway – basic throttle, clutch, “try not to die” type stuff – and off we went.   Straight into each other!   Despite having acres of Indiana farmland to ride on, we managed to collide head-on in front of the kitchen window.   Forks bent. Bikes bruised. Dad fuming. He wasn’t thrilled to spend Christmas afternoon fixing what was supposed to be a long-term investment in our freedom.   Early Miles, Farm Roads, and a Near Miss   After the rudimentary repairs by the part-time mechanic (dad) and as we got more confident, we started roaming the country roads. Out there it was more tractors and combines than cars. The wind in our hair, heads in helmets, the sound of engines and open air.   Until one day, I took a curve too wide.   A blind right turn + downhill speed + no center lines = me sliding under a pickup truck. I remember seeing the wide eyes of the driver and his wife just before boom – metal, road rash, and broken dreams.   The bike was toast. So was my liver (which turned a lovely shade of jaundice yellow). My mother arrived home to find me in bed, not at all pleased with my father’s decision to send me to my room to ‘think about it’ rushed me to the hospital. That generations answer of ‘rub some dirt on it and stop whining’…   A week later, I missed basketball tryouts my freshman year. No hoops. But that setback rerouted me- football became my new path.   The Summer of Freedom: 1982 Honda Nighthawk   Flash forward to high school graduation.   I was poking around an old dairy barn at the local Masonic Home and spotted two motorcycles under dust and cobwebs. One was blue. That was all I needed.   It was a 1982 Honda Nighthawk – and it was beautiful.   I tracked down the owner (a classmate’s dad), made the purchase, and suddenly had the keys to freedom. I rode it all over Indiana, cut-off shorts flapping in the breeze, tank top catching bugs, cool shades and Chuck Taylors gripping the pegs.   Helmet? Optional. Cool factor? Mandatory.   That bike carried me through college. I was the guy giving girls rides around campus and ferrying friends to late-night fast food runs. Then came graduation, and the start of the “adult job” phase. I sold the Nighthawk, moved to Maryland, and entered the corporate world.   But the call of the throttle never left.   Borrowed Bikes and Rental Harleys   Before marriage I borrowed a friend’s bike to revisit the thrill only to have a distracted driver run me off the road and cause me to lay it down to avoid a worse crash. I had to fix the dented tank, which was enough to put my short-lived desire for a bike on the back burner again.   In my early years of marriage, I scratched the itch by renting Harleys with a buddy. Local dealers had rental programs back then, and we took full advantage until Harley wised up and realized guys who rented weren’t buying new bikes.   So I went dormant again. Life, kids, responsibility.   Reigniting the Ride   Then in April 2021, I gave myself a birthday present—and maybe a bit of an escape plan. I bought a 2007 Harley Electra Glide Ultra Classic, in what I call Grizzly Cub Blue (in honor of my high school basketball team’s road jerseys and our epic state finals run in the late ‘70s).   That bike felt like freedom.   The following July, in an odd twist of nostalgia, I typed “1982 Nighthawk for sale” into Google… and wouldn’t you know it—one popped up in Grand Prairie, Alberta, Canada. Mint condition. Perfect color.   I drove over 2,600 miles one way to get it.   Because sometimes you can buy back a memory.   In April 2024, that same friend from the old Harley rentals introduced me to someone selling a 2006 Yamaha FJR1300 in pristine shape. Naturally, I added it to the stable.   Now I’ve got three steeds: The Nighthawk, the Harley, and the Yamaha. Each one a different kind of ride. Each one tied to a chapter in my story.   These Days…   You’ll find me ripping through the twisties of Maryland, Pennsylvania, Virginia, and West Virginia. I’ve ridden to Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and upstate New York.   And I still find that same thrill I felt at age 10 – Christmas morning, snow falling, throttle open.   Only now I ALWAYS wear a helmet. A couple of LivinBestLife’s Motorcycle Must-Haves:   Final Thoughts   Motorcycling taught me freedom before I knew I needed it.   From cornfields to campus, hospital beds to Harley rentals, I’ve never stopped chasing that feeling. The wind therapy, the adrenaline, the bond with the machine—that’s the soul of the ride.   I may be older, wiser, and maybe a little more cautious (thanks to my liver), but I’m still that kid from the farm with bugs in his teeth and a glint in his eye.   See you on the road.   —BrianYour slightly sophisticated farm boy and Lambassador of the open highway

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The Power of Reading: A Lifelong Gift from Mom

It’s early morning June 6, 2025, and I’m reflecting on my memories of my coach Jay since his passing yesterday occupies most of my thoughts at present.   While sipping my coffee, I’m also thinking about how grateful I am for my mother, who died in 2007. She was a voracious reader and her example lit a fire in me that’s never gone out. On LivinBestLife.com, I often talk about chasing what brings joy, and for me, reading is right up there with motorcycling, skiing or grilling with friends. It’s shaped my personal development in ways I can’t overstate, and I want to share why it matters so much.   Mom always had a book in her hand, whether she was waiting for us kids or winding down after a long day on our Indiana farm. Watching her lose herself in those pages made reading feel like an adventure, not a chore. It stuck with me, even when I struggled early on. I’ll never forget my “reading lab” teacher in school—ironically, the mother of a classmate who married one of my childhood friends. She used this device with a mirror and light to train my eyes to move faster across the page. Looking back, I wonder if comprehension even factored in, but it worked—I got faster, and soon I was devouring books like Mom did.   That friend, by the way, goes way back. Her family helped us start our sheep farm when I was about 8, and she was a school year older. Last July, in 2024, we took a motorcycle trip together to upstate New York, cruising through open roads with the wind in our faces. As we rode, I couldn’t help but think about how those early days—her family’s support, my reading lab experiences – set me on a path to where I am now. Reading opened my mind to new ideas, resilience, and balance, core values I live by.   I recently read a quote (something to the effect) that reading allows us to live hundreds or thousands of lives during our single life.   Profound way of thinking about it, actually!   Reading isn’t just about stories—it’s about growth. It builds empathy, sharpens your mind, and lets you travel without leaving your chair. Books have been my mentors when I couldn’t find one in person, teaching me to live with purpose and joy.   Reading’s a habit that’s fueled my journey, from those farm days to now, chasing my best life. It’s a gift I’m passing to my kids, just like Mom did for me.   The Adventures Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn were two books that had an impact on me in my early youth.   What books have shaped your path?   Drop your favorites in the comments—I’d love to build a reading list with my tribe.   Let’s keep growing together, one page at a time!   Keep reading, Brian  

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Best Life

Today, June 5, 2025, I’m heartbroken to share that my first football coach, Jay Hunsucker, lost his battle with cancer. I only learned of his condition less than a week ago, making this sudden news even harder to process. Jay wasn’t just a coach—he was a pivotal figure in my journey to live my best life, and I want to honor him by sharing how his influence shaped me.   Growing up on a farm in Indiana, life was simple but formative. My older brother and I were always challenging each other—whether it was football in the front yard, ‘home run derby’ (just the two of us), or shooting hoops in the barn. Back then, without internet, cell phones, or social media, those moments were our social media. Can anyone relate? That farm life, along with my family’s self-employed, independent spirit in farming and construction, instilled a foundation of hard work and grit.   I didn’t start playing organized football until 8th grade at Custer Baker Middle School, inspired by my basketball and baseball teammates. That’s when I met Coach Jay Hunsucker, a Franklin College football alum and our Phys Ed teacher. I’ll never forget one of our early practices when I was a complete rookie—no experience beyond the “Writt Bowl” on our farm. Jay pulled me aside and said, “I can’t believe how tenacious you are. I only told you one time what to do, and no one has yet been able to stop you.” Those words were like a spark to a starving junkyard dog catching the scent of a meaty bone. They ignited a fire in me that still burns today.   Jay also coached me in basketball that year, and his encouragement carried over. I became a defensive ball hawk and a great assist ‘disher’ (I wasn’t the best shooter, so I was happy to pass!). His belief in me taught me to set goals, never give up, and enjoy the journey—lessons that became the cornerstone of my core values: tenacity, discipline, and balance. These principles didn’t just apply to sports; they’ve guided me in every aspect of life, from my career in sales to my pursuit of hobbies like motorcycling, snow skiing, golf, and grilling.   Alongside Jay, my high school coach John Strickland also played a key role in shaping me. One might never know that John was an English teacher, bass player and an artist due to being an intimidating hulk of a man that taught me the power of visualization and how it enables the brain to overcome perceived obstacles. Together, they showed me how mentors can challenge us to be our best selves.   That’s what LivinBestLife.com is all about—finding the people and passions that inspire us to live authentically and joyfully.    Thank you, Jay, for sparking my journey to live my best life.   I’ll see you in heaven.   To my readers, I’d love to hear about the mentors who’ve inspired you. Share their stories here (forgive me as this is new to me and I have to finish setting up this blog site), and let’s build a community that celebrates living fully, every day.

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The Power of Mentors: The Year That Planted the Seeds

Some people remember 13 as the age when life got awkward. For me, it was the year everything began to make sense.   I didn’t realize it then, of course. At the time, I was just a Midwest farm kid with a decent appetite, a hand-me-down helmet, and a nervous energy about stepping onto a football field for the first time. But looking back now—from where I stand in my “third chapter” of life—it’s crystal clear: age 13 was my ignition point. Coach Jay, Weight Rooms, and the Foundation of Discipline   My coach that year, Jay, wasn’t just blowing a whistle. He also happened to be my health teacher, and like all great mentors, he taught more than just plays and drills.   After that first football season, coach Jay introduced me to weight training—not just for football performance, but as a cornerstone of lifelong health. He talked about strength as more than muscle. He taught us about durability, metabolism, confidence.   It wasn’t just about getting stronger. It was about taking control of your body, your habits, your mindset.   I didn’t know it yet, but those early lessons would become the core of how I live now: intentional, active, fueled by movement and strength—not just for aesthetics, but for longevity.   As I’d related, unfortunately Jay passed away June 5th, 2025. I lived his inspiration every single day as he instilled the importance of health and wellness in me all those years ago.   Thank you, Jay. I will remember you the rest of my days. Coach Strickland: Visualization & Inner Strength   Later in high school, I met John Strickland, my English teacher and strength coach. He looked like a powerlifter (and was), but he also played bass guitar and painted—living proof that masculine strength and creativity can coexist.   Coach Strickland introduced me to powerlifting, but more importantly, he introduced me to the mental game. He taught me to visualize: close your eyes, see the set completed, then go do it.   That single idea—rehearse success in your mind first—has shaped how I prepare for everything from workouts to work presentations.   Coach Strickland died in December, 2022. Thank you, coach, for all that you taught me. Uncle Mike and the Nutritional Side of Recovery   Around the same time, my Uncle Mike was working in pharmaceutical/nutraceutical sales. His company developed high-calorie, low-volume food solutions for cancer patients—products designed to nourish the body when everything else felt impossible. He focused all his efforts on developing high quality nutritional products to improve the health of cancer, renal, and dysphagia patients that needed nutritional supplements   That stuck with me. While my friends were focused on snacks and sports, I was watching my uncle help people fight for their lives with science-backed nutrition.   He was selling with a purpose—and it opened my eyes.   I saw that sales wasn’t just about products. It was about solving real problems, making life better for someone else. Between the football field and Uncle Mike’s world, something clicked. I knew I wanted to go into sales—not just to “close deals,” but to connect meaningfully through solutions that matter.   He eventually started his own company and found wild success, primarily because he served and helped others. His product development lab was his kitchen. He was a true example of the ‘American Dream’; not just to own a home but to have the freedom to pursue life, liberty and happiness. He embodied all of those.   My uncle died during the awful COVID years, when no one was allowed to visit loved ones as they left this earth. An atrocity that we will reflect on as a very dark period in history. From the Locker Room to the Lab   That clarity eventually led me to college, where I majored in marketing and zeroed in on sales as my vehicle of choice.   My first professional job brought me to Maryland—and shortly thereafter, I teamed up with a friend from church. What started as a mobile phlebotomy business quickly evolved. We began offering drug and alcohol screening for employers, and as time passed, we expanded into corporate and clinical wellness services.   We built it from the ground up. No backing. No shortcuts. Just hustle, grit and 80-hour weeks. We didn’t care; we were in our 20’s and full of energy and optimism! What we did worked.   Eventually, we faced a crossroads: most phlebotomy operations were being absorbed by national service providers who wanted to swallow up independents like us. So, what did we do?   I taught myself software development—custom-building our own system so we could stay independent, agile, and patient-focused. That tech-forward mindset helped us survive—and thrive—in an industry most people never think twice (or even know) about.   And the irony?   That company—which started with some basic medical supplies, a cooler, and a church friendship—became the foundation for a career that’s spanned decades, from wellness screening to lab testing, software integration to health advocacy. Full Circle: Still Living What I Learned   Today, I look back on age 13 with a different lens.   It was the year my interest in physical strength, resilience, and the human body met my curiosity about how to make a difference in people’s lives.   The combination of Coach Jay’s commitment to health, Coach Strickland’s lessons in the weight room  and Uncle Mike’s passion for purposeful selling created a path that’s still unfolding.   Now I write, consult, and share what I’ve learned on this blog—not because I’ve figured it all out, but because I believe our early storylines still have something to teach us, especially in this later chapter.   We don’t outgrow our calling—we grow into it. Your Takeaway? Revisit Your “13”   Ask yourself:   What were you drawn to at 13?   Or was there a particular year that stands out for you? What moments gave you a glimpse of who you could become? Who

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The 3rd Chapter: Giving Back in Life’s Later Stages

I’m sitting here thinking about life’s phases—what I call the “3rd chapter.”   As I’m sharing my journey here, I started out pretty narrow-focused, growing up on an Indiana farm where my brother and I battled it out in the front yard over football and basketball.   Back then, it was all about me—my goals, my wins, my survival in the ‘sibling rivalry’ family dynamic. But as I’ve aged, I’ve realized that life’s richest moments come not from taking, but from giving.   That’s what the 3rd chapter should be about.   We all start as selfish beings—it’s natural. As kids, we’re wired to focus on our own needs, like I was when I chased football dreams after my first season of organized football at the age of 13. Even into my 20s and 30s, I was driven by personal achievements—building a career in sales, starting a business, pursuing passions like snow skiing and golf.   But science tells us our brains don’t fully mature until our mid-20s, so it’s no surprise that unselfishness takes time to grow. My own empathy developed slowly, shaped by experiences like watching my uncle Bill struggle after Vietnam and seeing my mother left with little after my parents’ divorce despite her contributions to our family.   The 3rd chapter—our later years—should be about acceptance that life isn’t forever. As with everyone, I’m growing older (but still alive!) and I’ve learned we gain more by giving our time, money, energy, and focus to others. Raising my kids, volunteering with 4-H, coaching football, even deciding to donate my brain to the Concussion Legacy Foundation—it’s these acts that bring me deeper fulfillment than any material possession ever did.   Yet, it’s disheartening to see how, in the U.S. and globally, we’ve become less willing to help our fellow man. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I saw how isolation made us more self-focused, and that trend seems to have stuck. It’s a challenge we need to face head-on.   Embracing benevolence in this chapter aligns with my core values of acceptance and balance. It’s about living with purpose, as Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi writes in Flow – finding joy in the moment, whether that’s mentoring someone, sharing a skill, or simply listening. I’ve found that giving doesn’t drain me; it energizes me.   It’s a mindset shift: instead of asking “what can I get,” we ask “what can I give?” That’s how we live our best life in the 3rd chapter.   I’d love to hear your thoughts—how are you giving back, or planning to, in your own 3rd chapter?   Share your ideas in the comments below. Let’s inspire each other to make this phase about unselfishness and connection, building a tribe that values lifting each other up.   Here’s to a chapter of giving! Brian

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