This is a bit personal . . .

I know this may be a little personal, however, it is something I have thought about for some time. After this week observing things on Facebook and social media I wanted to share something with you that I really have not talked about to anyone in my business.

On social media – we think we know people because we see them post daily – sometimes hourly. We know who they are by what they share but not the things tucked away they keep quiet.

Back in February I met Heidi Swapp, who was one of the speakers at the event I had attended. After her talk she came to the back of the seating and sat close to me. We exchanged “Hello’s” and smiles but not more than that.

I followed her on social media and knew she had kids and kind of how her business ran but what she shared. No one could look at her pictures and see the things going on in her home.

On July 16, 2015 – her 16-year-old son took his own life. As a mental health nurse, a mother, and from working in the same company as she does – I wept for her loss, even though I never met or saw her son in person.

We were at a company retreat and the news traveled fast. It was as if she was family just because of the connection in business. She shared her son’s story here at this link. She opened her heart, shared a piece of her life that you could not see from the outside. That took guts; it took heart to share that part of her life.
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On Facebook a young women named Emma Murphy who is also an entrepreneur fitness blogger in Dublin shared a video that went viral about her abusive boyfriend who used her face to release his anger.

“I thought long and hard before posting this video, this is very difficult for me but I have to do what is RIGHT, if you or anyone you know has it is in a similar situation please share this video to inspire other women around the world, violence is NOT the answer!!!!” Read her story here
— Posted to Facebook by Emma Murphy on July 6, 2015

Thousands of comments hit her wall – and shared the post. She is a beautiful young woman who stepped outside her business and shared her story.

It hit home.

Actually to0 close to home.

18 years ago November 1^st at 11:02pm – I was that young girl.

I had a one-year-old child, we had just built a brand new house on the farm with our horses that we had lived in only 3 months, and sadly, I was so in love with the man, I was not married too. After an event free dinner out with his friends we came home to pick up our son from his parents.

On the drive home – his mood shifted. Which it had done before (drugs and alcohol), and he became angry out of no where. He didn’t want me to go in the house with him to get our son. Something in my stomach told me to go anyway, since he had hidden my son from me once before. When I stepped out of the car he threatened me and I took off running. Thinking I would be safe inside with his parents house.

I was wrong.

He came running after me anyway and they stood back and watched. It was all a blur and I don’t remember much. I know there were shoes marks high up on the wall where I came up off the ground – off my feet and hit the floor. When I turned over to get up and try to run – he came down on top of me and punched me in the face. I remember looking into his eyes as he hit me – his eyes were dark and angry.

I was lying on white carpet and I must have been knocked out most definately dazed. It was as if I was in a bubble and couldn’t hear – I knew people were around me but I was dazzled. His mother leaned down with a wash clothes to stop the blood that was dripping on the carpet. I remember her saying “I am so sorry” over and over.

My son was screaming. I was scared and I knew I had to get out.

When I got to my feet my son’s grandfather was holding the him. “He was saying “Oh Honey, I am so sorry, I am so sorry”I reached for him holding the washcloth to my face. I said, “ Keep him away from me.” I grabbed my son and ran to the car. I didn’t know where else to go.

I went home.

I was numb. I didn’t know what else to do. I stood sobbing looking in the mirror with my son on my hip. My eye was swelled until my vision was out of a slit. The blood was dried on my face and my son was clinging to me like a spider monkey. “Mommies boo-boo” as he touched my face.

I called my mother at midnight.

The next morning people showed up I didn’t even know. The largest u haul truck I had ever seen backed in the driveway at 8AM. Total strangers to me helped me move. No one talked. I cried…no I sobbed… everyone worked quietly and quickly.

I moved out. My new home that was only 3 months old was once again empty. Everything I owned was in the back of a uhaul truck.

One punch is all you get to tell me how you value me.

I was crushed. I was homeless for 90 days before I was able to buy my own home. I had a job. I had family support, but I was still crushed.

Why am I telling you this story?

Not for your sympathy at all. It made me strong as a bull. It pissed me off I was in that situation. I was angry I was now listed as a abused woman. Everything I had went to shit in one punch. My whole life spun out of control because of someone else’s temper.

I looked at my toddler and I said, “We will be just fine. Mommy will take care of you. He will not hurt you” Not only did I say it to him – my brain heard me say it and those words have come true over and over again.

It is super hard to walk away from someone you love. However, when you hit someone that is not love. I kept that in the front of my mind always even for the next year when he still came to visit our son, and tried to get me to come “home”. What he didn’t know was … I was home.

I know not everyone has support – and not all of my support was positive. I didn’t want to hear others telling me what I should do – or what a dog he was. I wanted to move forward. It took me a while but I did.

What does this have to do with my business?

That same bull in me came out when I began a business. I spoke into my business from the beginning even when I didn’t even come close to seeing money. I said it to my friends or anyone who would listen. I want my own business. I do not want to work for someone else. I want to work from home.

It took me more than one company, and more than one business coach plus bouncing off of lots of walls that seem to stop me to go in another direction. In 2011 I replaced my income. In 2012 I made my first 6 figure year, in 2013 I was a solid 10K a month and growing. In 2014 I retired from my job to work from home like I had always dreamed about.

When I look at my two boys and my amazing husband now… I know without a shadow of a doubt that is my WHY – that is why I work my ass off. That is what pushes me when I want to sleep in. They are the real reason I want to do more and better and teach other women how they can change their crappy life like I had to one they love every day.

It takes work. It takes a little piss off and passion. If you know your why – without a doubt and you see a vision but really don’t know how to make it turn into a reality. Connect with me today – don’t wait. Do it now.

Your story….
Yes your story…..
Can change someone else’s life. They are waiting for you.