 We're Baaaaaaaaack. Haaaaaaappy Friday. A few weeks ago, we started The Finish Line & The Front Door series. We have FIVE SENIORS GRADUATING this year in Move-In Day Mafia. The most we have ever had in a single year. Five young people who pushed through the hard days, the confusing days, the days that just did not make sense... and are now standing right at the edge of something new. At that very same time, we opened applications for our 2026-27 school year. Our fifth move-in season!!!!! So while one group is crossing the stage... Another group is standing at the door, wondering how they are going to survive in the college they worked so hard to get into. Both moments. At the same time. Last week, I paused the series because the good news from our scholars was coming in so fast that I just couldn't hold it. Scholars crossing fraternities and sororities. Headed to Tanzania. Headed to Capitol Hill. Passing licensing exams. Moving into first apartments. I needed you to know right then. But noooooow...we are back. And I want you to meet our fourth senior. G.T. But first, if you are new here... Move-In Day Mafia is the family that shows up for HBCU students who have aged out of foster care, are unhoused, or are navigating college under severe financial hardship. We don't just move them in. We stay. Four years. Monthly care packages. Because getting into school is one thing; staying is where everything gets tested. We are their family. Or "Mafia Miracle Makers" as I like to call it. G.T. CAME TO BUILD Four years ago, G.T. walked into Paul Quinn College in Dallas, Texas as a Psychology major. And in a few weeks, she will walk out with a degree. When she came into Mafia, she was surviving. Stretched thin. Carrying more than most young people should have to carry at that age. And she was the oldest sibling. When you are the oldest, and things are unstable at home, you do not get to just be young. You carry it. You watch. You hold things together for the people behind you. You decide early that your life is going to go a different direction. That is the girl who chose Paul Quinn College. A school that felt like something she hadn't had much of. Family. She said, "At other schools, you're just a number. You can go a whole day without anyone knowing your name. But at Paul Quinn? You run into the president on the street. You see the same faces every day. It's one big family." G.T. wasn't just looking for a degree. She was looking for a place to BUILD! WHAT SHE BUILT And in four years, G.T. killed the game! She landed an internship at Wells Fargo and knocked it out the park. Consistent. Capable. Determined. They didn't just appreciate her work. They wanted more of it. So they offered her a full-time position before she ever had a chance to submit a resume anywhere else. Plus! She is graduating with honors. G.T. did not just get through Paul Quinn. She excelled. She carried academic weight while carrying everything else, and she still crossed that finish line with honors attached to her name. Plus...Plus... She crossed into Delta Sigma Theta Sorority. Line process and all. That is not something you just sign up for. You earn it. Because that is just G.T. She does not do small. Plus...Plus...Plus... Somewhere in the middle of all of that, the full course load, the internship, the line process, she was also building a business of her own. Her entrepreneurial spirit is not a side hustle. It is part of who she is and where she is going. What's next? Taking a year to save, rest and then grad school for her Master's! And noooooow, she is excited to sign for her first apartment. Her own space. Her name on a lease. After years of instability, she is building a home. Her words..."I am just beyond grateful." Five words. And when you know where she started, those five words carry the weight of four years. You Get To Be Proud Too Every month, our scholars submit their care package wishlists. And every month, I learn something about who they are by what they ask for. Every month, G.T. asked for books. Books, books, and more books. Self-help. Personal growth. Mindset. Every single month, she was quietly building her library. Page by page, she was investing in herself. Soooooo when you grabbed one of those books off her wishlist... When you picked up her Secret deodorant so she could walk into that internship, into that classroom, into that chapter meeting, feeling ready... When you tossed her Gain detergent into your cart so her clothes were clean for the days that counted... When you added her favorite Frito Lay Flamin' Hot variety pack because sometimes a scholar just needs something that feels like a treat. Like a small joy. Like somebody thought about what she actually likes... That was you, Mafia Miracle Maker. You were not just sending snacks and supplies. You were sending her a message, month after month: We see you. We believe in you. Keep building. And she did. So yeah. This graduation? YOU deserve to be just as proud as I am. The Finish Line. And The Front Door. While G.T. is signing her apartment and starting her career at Wells Fargo, there is a young woman somewhere who just got accepted to an HBCU. She worked hard for that acceptance letter. And now she is wondering how she is going to survive in the school she worked so hard to get into. That is who we are opening the door for. If you know a student who needs us: 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Apply And if you want to make sure our five seniors walk across that stage with everything they need, we are covering regalia, fees, and graduation gifts: 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates Both matter. Both are the Mafia. The finish line and the front door. At the same time.  Every month when our scholars submit their care package requests, they have to finish a sentence. They choose one: “I’m grateful that…” “I’m excited that…” “I’m looking forward to…” Usually, we show you words from various scholars, but this week, we're sharing G.T.'s voice directly. Because sometimes what a scholar says about herself tells you everything you need to know.   I have been watching HBO's The Pitt. If you haven't seen it yet, Noah Wyle plays Dr. Robby. An ER attending who has given everything to his hospital, his team, his patients. Season one, episode fourteen. A mass shooting comes through the doors. And it's pure chaos and hysteria. Tragic injuries. Death. The weight of it breaks him. He ends up alone in a room. The makeshift morgue. And he just... collapses. Total meltdown. But for me, that was totally ok. Totally understandable. And the person who finds him? Not a senior doctor. Not a colleague with thirty years in. A first-day intern named Whitaker. This is the same kid Dr. Robby had to pour into and give a pep talk to earlier in the season when the new doc lost it. And Whitaker gets Dr. Robby up off the floor the only way he can. He looks at him and says, "You have to. Because if you don't, we're done." I think about that scene a lot. Because sometimes, if you lead long enough, the weight of it finds you in a room somewhere. You have seen too much. You have carried too much. And the very thing that makes you good at what you do, the fact that you actually feel it, is the same thing that can bring you to your knees. But here is what I know...from real-life experience. When you've built a team that really sees you, sometimes the most powerful thing that can happen is one of them reaching down and saying: God's got you. Get up, because we need you. I've been in situations with building Mafia where my team had to reach down and get ME up, and remind me that God CALLED me to this journey. That is NOT weakness. That is what it looks like when you have built something real. When the people around you have grown enough to lead you back to yourself. Let them. We are all only human. If G.T.'s story resonated with you, like, comment, repost. In the meantime, don't forget you can support our graduates by contributing to the graduation fund at MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates
Every dollar goes directly to celebrating them the way they deserve, and as always, your gift is tax-deductible. I'll see you next week to tell you about our final graduating scholar. Have a great weekend. To check out the previous three grads... A.J.'s story - From Sleeping In The Car To Cap & Gown From Dublin To Delaware… Paging Dr. A.O. B.C. Is About To Walk Across A Stage  Haaaaaaappy Friday! Okay. I need to tell you something before we get into it. We are in the middle of The Finish Line & The Front Door. For the past three weeks, we've been celebrating our graduating seniors. The ones who came in with nothing and are walking out with EVERYTHING! Today belongs to something I just...could not hold. But first...if you are new to Move-In Day Mafia...we are a "mob" of volunteers who provide decked out dorm rooms AND monthly care packages for FOUR years to HBCU students who have aged out of foster, are unhoused, or grapple with severe financial hardships. Now! Eevery month when they submit their care package wishlists, our scholars tell us their good news. But this month, we also asked them about their summer plans. And when those responses started coming in, I sat down to read them and I didn't get up for a minute. I was sitting with about 50 responses from 50 kids. Students who came into this program with nothing... no housing, no safety net, no one in their corner who had ever stayed. And what came back to me this April? Maaaaaaan. I couldn't wait. I just needed you to know right now. Because YOU did this. Every item you purchased off a wishlist, every gift card, every dollar you donated, every post you shared... it compounded. And these scholars? They've been putting in the work. So today, we're pausing The Finish Line & The Front Door series. Becauuuuuse oooooooweeeeee you gotta hear what my babies...YOUR babies have been up to. Wins...Wins...And More Wins! Clark Atlanta Scholar: Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity. He was adopted out of foster care and then put out at 18; he's been on his own at Clark. And he still showed up and crossed Kappa. In HBCU culture, that is no joke. Savannah State Scholar: Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority. She's been couch surfing since she was 10. Doesn't know her dad and mom's in jail. Crossing AKA has been her dream since 10th grade. Prairie View A&M Scholar: Study Abroad to Tanzania. She's nervous about the long plane ride and traveling with people she doesn't know yet. But she's going. Across the world. Because of YOU. North Carolina A&T Scholar: National Foster Youth Institute in D.C. She's been in foster care since she was 7. Now she's headed to Capitol Hill to shadow her congressman and fight for policy change. Her voice. On Capitol Hill! Florida A&M Scholar: First Year in Master's Program, Moving Into Her First Apartment. She entered Mafia as a senior at Bethune-Cookman. She'd been couch surfing since her freshman year. Now, she's at FAMU, wrapping up her first year in her Master's program AND moving into her first apartment. Texas Southern Scholar: Selected for Air Assault School. He's been cycling through foster care since he was 2. And now? Studying to be a pilot, headed to Air Assault School for the summer. Our baby is out here doing the most. In the best way. Prairie View A&M Scholar: Passed Her Life and Health Insurance License Exam. Mom killed in a car accident when she was 17. Dad kicked her out a month after the funeral. And now look at her. She already got her Life Insurance license. Now she's doubling up. And if that wasn't enough, she's also learning day trading on the side. I can't make this up. Paul Quinn Scholar: Landed a Full-Time Job With Wells Fargo. At her internship. They hired her. She's excited, a little scared, and ready for her new chapter. That's how we like it. Benedict College Scholar: Crossed Delta Sigma Theta. She entered foster care at age 6 with domestic violence and neglect. She's overcome academic challenges, aged out of the system, and made Dean's List all four years. Now she crossed Delta and is graduating with honors. Line process and all. Lane College Scholar: Graduating 4th in Her Class. FOURTH. IN. HER. CLASS. A girl who used to sleep behind an Autozone, not knowing where her next meal was coming from. And This Is Why We Don't Stop Every single one of these wins happened because of consistency. Because we showed up. All year long. Not just during the school year. Not with a "Great year, see you in the fall." All year. Because when May rolls around, summer doesn't pause for our scholars. It gets harder. That's why we don't disappear. Adopt A Scholar Week is happening RIGHT NOW, through April 21st. Usually, the wishlists are full of items selected by the scholar along with 2-$25 Visa gift cards for perishables and incidentals. But right now? With the 2025-26 school year coming to an end, our students are headed out on various adventures and some will be couch surfing...heading into uncertainty and what they need is flexibility. Therefore, for the summer months, we send some students all gift cards so they can take care of their needs without worrying about Amazon deliveries. So whether you have a budget for a $3 box of snacks or $300 in multiple gift cards, a scholar needs you. 👉🏾 Head to MoveInDayMafia.org/AdoptAScholar and look around. You'll see both options waiting for you. And if shopping isn't your thing right now, you can always donate directly at MoveInDayMafia.org/Donate and we'll make sure it lands where it's needed most. We've got until April 21st.  Every month when our scholars submit their care package requests, they have to finish a sentence. They choose one: “I’m grateful that…” “I’m excited that…” “I’m looking forward to…” So we like to share some with you:   Last Sunday would have been my daughter, Dot's, 20th birthday. When she died, naturally, it was hard. And for a long time, I thought joy died with her. I walked through what I coined "My Journey To G.R.I.E.V.E." G — Give yourself permission to go to pieces. R — Reassess your new reality, because there is now a huge void in your life. I — Integrate time in your day to have a pity party and feel every emotion. Heal. E — Express your feelings to a friend, counselor, a pastor, or in a journal. Do NOT hold it in. V — Sometimes you oscillate between being okay one minute and in tears the next. This is normal. It can last for years. E — Exist. Sometimes that's all you can do. And that's alright. But here's what I'm telling you today, sitting on the other side of it: I walked THROUGH the grief. Not around it. Not past it. Through it. And little by little, not all at once, but little by little, it got better. Some days I still can't believe she's gone. But last Sunday, when I was reading through these 50 scholar responses, when I saw a scholar crossing Kappa, a scholar running for office, a scholar heading to D.C. to fight for foster youth policy, a scholar graduating fourth in her class, I cried. Not because of the hole that Dot left. Because of the 50 kids standing in that hole and filling it with their own light. That's what I couldn't have predicted about grief. That it doesn't end your capacity for joy. It expands it. So I want to ask you something today. What grief are you walking through? What loss, what disappointment, what version of yourself or your future have you had to let go of? Because here's the thing: You don't have to wait until you're "over it" to start reaching toward joy again. You don't have to wait for the grief to be neat or small or manageable. You can walk through both at the same time. The sadness and the celebration. The missing and the gratitude. The loss and the light. That's what our babies are teaching me every single day. That scared and proud can live in the same sentence. That anxiety and hope can show up in the same survey response. That you can be nervous about your future and still be ready for it. So I want to invite you into that same both/and space. Walk through whatever grief you're carrying. But don't stop reaching. Don't stop giving. Don't stop believing that on the other side of loss, there is light. The world needs what happens when you do. Have a great weekend, Mafia Miracle Maker! If this made you think about something... or someone... go ahead and share it. You never know who might need that reminder today. And if you're not already part of the Mafia Miracle Makers family, make sure you're subscribed so you don't miss what's coming next. I'll see you next week. Hug yourself for me! P.S. We have until April 21st. If you haven't checked the wishlists yet, now is the time. Every item you grab says something loud and clear to our scholars: You're not doing summer alone. 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/AdoptAScholar  And I need you to understand what that actually means before I tell you she made the Dean's List. Because if I lead with the honor roll, you might nod and keep scrolling. And B.C.'s story? It is not a scroll-past story. So let me back up. This is Week 3 of a series we're calling The Finish Line & The Front Door. At Move-In Day Mafia, we move in and take care of HBCU students who have aged out of foster care, are unhoused or struggle with financial hardships. Annnnnnd this spring... We have FIVE seniors graduating! The most we've ever had. Five young people who pushed through the hard days, the confusing days, the "I genuinely don't know how I'm going to make this work" days and are now standing right there at the finish line. And at the exact same time, applications just opened for our 2026-27 school year. Our fifth move-in season. So while one group is about to walk across a stage, another group is standing at the door ready to begin their new journey. That's what this series is about. Both moments. At the same time. Because if you really want to understand what Move-In Day Mafia is, you have to see both. She Was Six Years Old. B.C. entered the foster care system at six years old. Domestic violence. Family chaos. Domestic violence. Family chaos. Neglect so deep that B.C. couldn't tie her own shoes. Could not spell. The neglect hadn't just stolen her stability. It had stolen her start. She was already behind before she ever had a fair shot at the race. And the system was about to keep right on moving without her. She was days away from becoming a ward of the state. Another child absorbed by circumstances she didn't create and could not control but thankfully... Her grandparents stepped in. They were elderly. They were not equipped with a lot of resources. But they showed up. And B.C. began to thrive. Her beginning didn't stop her. She made the Dean's List at Benedict College. Not one semester. Not one year. All ...four...years! Every. Single. Semester. The little girl who couldn't tie her shoes. Who couldn't spell. Who the system had already started processing as a statistic. She walked into Benedict College and stayed on the Dean's List the entire time she was there. That is not something you do by accident. That doesn't happen because things were easy. That happens because somewhere deep in B.C., something decided she was not going to be what happened to her. And she proved it over and over and over again. But that's just the Dean's List part. While she was keeping that GPA locked, she was also building somewhere else. Spring 2024, B.C. crossed into Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. Not just a member sitting on the sidelines. She's Treasurer of her chapter and Recording Secretary for the entire National Pan-Hellenic Council. That's not something you stumble into. That's` something you earn when people see that you show up and follow through. And her senior year? She didn't just stay on the Dean's List. She made the President's List. That's a whole other level. She's excelling. And she's not done yet! Graduate school is next. MBA with a concentration in healthcare administration. She's going to work in public health. She's going to do it with the same focus that got her from "I can't tie my shoes" to the President's List. Small Things Have Big Impact This is your moment too. When you grabbed Vaseline lotion and Dove lotion so her skin could breathe after four years of stress and late nights… When you sent Quaker Instant Oatmeal so she had something quick on mornings when studying came before breakfast… When you made sure she had those fruit juices she loves...little tastes of sweetness on the days that felt too hard… And when you said yes to that Chefman 6-quart air fryer when she asked for something special. Not a need. A want. Because you believed she'd deserved it. When you grabbed what was on her list… When you made sure she had what she needed to focus on school instead of survival… You were part of this. Not symbolically. Not in a "every little bit helps" kind of way. In a real, tangible, "she had one less thing to worry about so she could keep her eyes on that Dean's List" kind of way. Honor roll doesn't happen in a vacuum. It happens when a student can actually focus. When the basics are handled. When somebody, even somebody she's never met, sends a care package that says without saying it: We see you. You matter. Keep going. That was you. So yes. This graduation belongs to B.C. And you and I get to be proud of it too.   Usually, we show you words from various scholars, but this week, we're sharing B.C.'s voice directly. Because sometimes what a scholar says about herself tells you everything you need to know.  B.C. Is Finishing… Somebody Else Is Just Starting. While B.C. is walking toward the finish line, applications are open right now for our next class. Somewhere, a student is sitting in their own version of what B.C. survived. Maybe they aged out of foster care. Maybe they're unhoused. Maybe they're the oldest sibling holding a weight no teenager should be holding. And they are wondering how they are gonna survive in the college they worked so hard to get into. Well, we're opening the door. Applications for the 2026-27 move-in season are now open. If you know of a scholar we can help, have them head over to 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Apply Your support this move-in season makes sure the next class doesn't have to wonder if they belong. This is how Mafia works. We hold both moments. We celebrate the finish line. And we stand at the front door, ready for whoever's coming next. Help us celebrate five graduating seniors: 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates Be part of welcoming the next class: 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Apply  Give yourself the freedom to evolve. I didn't want to be nobody's leader. I was a TV editor and producer in Hollywood for nearly 30 years. I loved that work. I really did. I still miss it sometimes. That was my lane. Supporting leaders. Creating behind the scenes. I was good at it and I knew my place in that world. I loved being a team player. Running a nonprofit? Leading a movement? Being the one the buck stops with? That was never on my radar. I didn't want that life. But then I met a girl who'd aged out of foster care. Just dropped off at college with nothing. And something shifted in me. What if I said yes to becoming something I never planned to be...scared and all? What if I gave myself permission to evolve beyond the version of myself I'd already decided I was? Here's what I know now: God knows His kids. He knew what would make my heart happy. While I loved my career in Hollywood and miss it every once in a while, I couldn't imagine NOT being the Godfather of Move-In Day Mafia. Today, 109 students across 28 HBCUs are thankful that I got over my fears and insecurities...just for them. I mean...FIVE of my babies are graduating! Your next chapter is waiting too. It might look nothing like what you planned. It might scare you. You might have to grieve the version of yourself you thought you'd be. But what would happen if you stopped apologizing for who you used to be and started celebrating who you're becoming? Give yourself that freedom. The world needs what happens when you do. Hug yourself for me. If this made you think about something... or someone... go ahead and share it. You never know who might need that reminder today. And if you're not already part of the Mafia Miracle Makers family, make sure you're subscribed so you don't miss what's coming next. I'll see you next week. And before you go... don't forget, we've got five seniors getting ready to walk across that stage. If you want to be part of that moment... 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates Hug yourself for me! TeeJ "The Godfather" Founder, Move-In Day Mafia P.S. If you missed A.O.'s story from last week, you can read it HERE.  The Finish Line & The Front Door: Week 2 Continuing our series spotlighting the incredible dopeness of our graduating seniors, I am excited to tell you about one of our future doctors. But first...if you're new to Mafia Miracles Report... Move-In Day Mafia is a family that supports HBCU students who have aged out of foster care, are unhoused, or are navigating severe financial hardship. We don’t just move them in… we stay with them for four years, covering the monthly essentials most people never think about so they can focus on becoming who they’re called to be. Around here, we call that H.U.G.S. — Hope, Understanding, Generosity, and Stability. And this series? The Finish Line & The Front Door is about holding two truths at the same time. During this season, some of our babies are crossing the stage. And at the very same time… our applications are now open, and our potential new babies are standing at the door of college with anxiety about all that is next. Last week, I told you about A.J. who is graduating from Fisk. This week? It's A.O. from Delaware State. A.O. was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland, and made her way to the U.S. just a few years ago, under circumstances that didn’t exactly come with stability or a safety net. She didn’t arrive with everything lined up. She arrived, trying to figure it out. New country. New systems. New expectations. And no real blueprint for how to navigate any of it. She landed in Delaware, building a life in real time… learning how to take care of herself while also trying to stay on track in school. And that’s the part people don’t always see. Because by the time you meet her now, she looks like she’s always had it together. Senior year at Delaware State. Studying for the MCAT. Pediatrician on deck. Yaaaaaas. Because for most people, that right there would already be enough to celebrate. But baaaaaaaaby… we’re not done. Because she’s doing ALL of this while being unhoused. You read that right. UNHOUSED. Now to be clear, thankfully, Delaware State has policies in place that allow students in her situation to remain on campus during breaks, which has made a real difference. But even with that… That’s not the same as having a true home base. That’s not the same as knowing you have a permanent space to land, to exhale, to fully rest without question. There’s still a level of uncertainty there. Still a level of “how am I going to keep this going?” And she’s carrying all of that while balancing classes, leadership, and studying for the MCAT. Yet, instead of slowing down… instead of saying “let me wait until things get easier”… A.O. said, “Nope… we're moving anyway.” And THAT is what made me lean all the way in. Because she’s not moving like someone hoping this works out. She’s moving like it already did. And while she’s carrying all of that… Maaaaaaan, you gotta see what she's been up to...straight beast mode: • Maintaining a 3.8 GPA as a Biological Science major (health professions) with a minor in chemistry • Holding it DOWN on the Dean’s List for three years and now the Presidential List • Inducted into Delaware State’s Honors Program • Serving as Vice President and Event Manager for the African Student Association • Creating and leading Hive Wars 2026, a campus-wide experience that brought competition, community, and a canned food drive together • Building her own clothing brand, Chosen Generation, rooted in faith and identity • Working in a campus lab and herbarium to deepen her research skills So yeah...A.O. is no joke… I mean, she has been putting in the WORK to get there. Not halfway. Not sometimes. CONSISTENTLY. SO YEAH...YOU SHOULD BE PROUD TOO! When you bought those Capri Suns and those big boxes of Welch’s fruit snacks, you were making sure she had something to grab in between long study sessions and even longer days. When you sent those Scott paper towels and toilet paper, you handled the kind of everyday needs that don’t get talked about, but make all the difference when you’re trying to hold life together. When I saw those BC powders on one of her monthly lists, I’m not even gonna lie… I laughed. I didn’t even know they still made BC. And how does she even know about those?! And when you saw that pink stethoscope, those pink scrubs, and that graduation dress she asked for…  You sowed into her and let her know she was not alone. And whether you look at this way or not… YOU have been part of her getting to this moment, Mafia Miracle Maker. That’s how A.O. made it to the finish line. So yeah… You should be proud, too. Now, as a family, we’ve got one more step We’ve got FIVE seniors getting ready to walk, and we’re covering everything (graduation fees, regalia, gifts) they need for that moment. If you want to be part of that… 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates Real Quick… I Need To Correct Something Last week, I told you we had six seniors graduating this spring. That was on me. One of our babies is in a Master’s program and still has more coursework to finish, so her walk is coming in the Fall. And you already know… We’re going to walk all the way through with her. So this spring, we’re celebrating FIVE. And FIVE is still a big deal.  Usually, this section shares screenshots from a variety of our scholars but in celebration of A.O., here are a few of hers.   I’ve been sitting with something lately. 2026 feels different. This is our 5th Move-In Season, and for a long time, I was just trying to get through the season in front of me. Make sure the rooms were done. Make sure our babies had what they needed. Just… make it. But now? We know this works. Lives have been changed. Students are still in school, still standing, still becoming. And once you know that, you can’t think the same anymore. I’ve found myself asking a different question: Not just, “How do we do this again?” But, “How do we make sure this keeps going?” Not just while I’m here… But beyond me. Because this work is too important to be dependent on one person. And if I’m honest, that realization stretched me. It made me look at what I need to grow into, what I need to let go of, and what I need to trust someone else to carry. Because growth isn’t always about doing more. Sometimes it’s about building something that can keep going without you. And I think that’s where a lot of us are. There comes a point where it stops being about getting through the moment… And starts being about what lasts. So if things feel different right now… They probably are. And that’s not a bad thing. It might just mean what you’re building is meant to last. If this made you think about something… or someone… go ahead and share it. You never know who might need that reminder today. And if you’re not already part of the Mafia Miracle Makers family, make sure you’re subscribed so you don’t miss what’s coming next. I’ll see you next week. And before you go… don’t forget, we’ve got five seniors getting ready to walk across that stage. If you want to be part of that moment… 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates Hug yourself for me! P.S. If you missed A.J.'s story from last week, you can read it here. |
AuthorTEEJ MERCER - TeeJ never set out to be an entrepreneur. She definitely didn’t plan to run a nonprofit. But after 25 years in Hollywood, editing and producing for major TV shows and movie studios, she saw a story that needed to be told. More importantly, she saw a PROBLEM that needed to be solved. Archives
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