12/12/2025
While waiting to board my plane in Toronto yesterday, a man approached me and said, "Are you Allan?"
"You bet!" I replied.
"I heard you speak 6 years ago, and I just wanted to say that your talk saved my life."
I found myself unable to respond, and I continued to listen.
Thanks to a long plane ride, I had a lot of time to think about that conversation.
Me. The guy who was given a month to live if I didn't stop the runaway train. The guy who spent way too many nights wondering if he would make it to the morning.
I never saw any of this coming. And, as I always say, speaking is bigger than me.
Now... no part of me wants this to be a post that put's out the vibe, "Look at me. Look at the impact I am making." Not my style.
My point is to please think about the power of your story. If it can help someone in their time of despair, why would you ever be quiet?
I am not saying that you need to go stand on a stage and share your story with the world. But, your story, the one you may think is too small or too ordinary, might be the lifeline that helps someone to keep fighting.
Please know that your story matters. And, one day, I suspect that someone will choose to keep fighting because you were brave enough to speak.