It was 6 AM, and I was standing on a prison yard in a uniform that didn’t quite fit.
I was 19 years old.
Fresh out of getting fired from my job at the egg company (that was embarrassing)…
And somehow, I landed a gig as a prison guard at the Florida State Prison.
Yeah… that Florida State Prison.
The one with the electric chair.
I still remember the sound of the gates closing behind me that first morning — loud, final, metallic.
I thought:
“What in the world have I gotten myself into?”
Every morning, I stood there on the yard as inmates filtered out,
Some were older than my dad, some barely older than me.
Some had a spark in their eye.
Some looked like the light had gone out long ago.
It was one of the first times I realized this:
There are only two kinds of people in the world.
Those who accept their situation…
And those who find a way out.
I watched guys behind bars become barbers, artists, ministers.
Not many, but some.
And that stuck with me.
Years later, when I entered the mortgage world…
It hit me again.
A lot of LOs are trapped in their own version of a prison:
Too many hours.
Not enough closings.
Trapped in paperwork.
Trapped in fear.
Trapped in “I’ll get to it tomorrow…”
But here’s what I saw back then — and still believe now:
The key is always in your hands.
You just have to pick it up.
You don’t need to wait for someone to save you.
You just need a simple plan, a bit of courage, and some folks who’ve walked the path before you.
If you’re feeling stuck — like you’re standing on the yard wondering what comes next —
I’d be honored to help.
Because I’ve been there.
I just didn’t stay there.
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