Something happened years ago that I forgot over time. At the age of 19, I was mistakenly invited into an exclusive leadership group of men – “mistakenly” because I had no business being there. A group of eight men met weekly to discuss a current book, memorize Scripture, and hold each other accountable to a code of living. Each held leadership positions in their campus fraternities.
Our bond grew strong. We helped each other through difficulties and rejoiced in individual victories. Our mentor (who would later get his PhD in philosophy) made sure we stayed consistent. In later years, our little group would leave an impact on the entire campus, and I would share my story in front of an overflowing auditorium of 1800 people.
When I left college, I struggled to find a community that fueled me the same way. As time passed, I eventually categorized it as a unique experience and figured I wouldn’t find it again. But I never gave up hope on living with that same level of passion. I tried about a hundred other ways to do it myself. It didn’t work. That’s why I’m committed to making real, unwavering support available to anyone.