Money Is Not My Master

After everything I have endured, I see money differently.

Sometimes when I give things away, people look at me like I am foolish. Like I do not understand margins. Like I am unaware that I could have made more money in that moment.

Trust me.

I understand.

I know what my product costs. I know what my time is worth. I know what a card swipe could mean.

But I also know what it feels like to watch flames climb your kitchen walls.
I know what it feels like to hear your child scream while you are on fire.
I know what it feels like to sit in a trauma center realizing life can shift in seconds.

After storms like that, money stops being the root of your happiness.

Yes, we need money to survive. I am a business owner. I have a son. I have responsibilities. I am not naïve.

But I truly love what I do.

I love my community.

Sometimes that means making someone smile who did not expect kindness. Sometimes that means handing over popcorn without expecting a card swipe. Sometimes it means being present instead of being transactional.

And here is what I have learned.

Every time I give, my blessings multiply.

Not always financially.

Sometimes it is peace.
Sometimes it is protection.
Sometimes it is opportunities I never saw coming.
Sometimes it is favor.

And yes… sometimes it is financial.

But it always comes back.

I do not build my life on fear of scarcity anymore. I build it on faith, service, and the belief that what is meant for me will not miss me.

If my stories inspire you in any way, I hope it is this:

Give a little more.

Love a little louder.

Show up for your people.

Money is important.

But impact lasts longer.