I came up through financial planning and worked the system the way you're supposed to. Branch manager. My own brokerage. Senior broker. Then the offer — assistant VP, national director of sales for a major corporation. By then I'd already broken every bottleneck. The machine ran. It made great money. There was no reason to walk away.

That's the successful kind of tired. You can have it all — and wake up and it's dull. No life to it. Day after day. I knew it wasn't working for me anymore, internally.

Then came the vision. A city — people everywhere, running. And every one of them was pregnant. A man in a business suit, pregnant with skyscrapers. A woman pregnant with a house and a white picket fence.

Everyone carrying something God put inside them. I looked down at myself — I was wearing surgical gloves. And a still, quiet voice said: "You're going to help give birth to people's dreams."

It's Peter's story, isn't it? After the resurrection he went back to fishing — back to what he knew, comfortable, directionless. And Jesus asks him: "Peter, do you love me more than these?" That's the conversation every one of us eventually has to have.

So I sold the agency. Turned down the title. A man doesn't just take care of himself — a man provides. For his family, his children, his community.

What I provide now is this: I help give birth to the dreams God puts inside people — from succeedforever.org, where eighth-graders build a 3-year vision that carries them into college, to the VisionHacker Methodology for founders. Same delivery room.