03/19/2026
Today broke something in me. Five young men were executed in public. All under 25. All athletes. One of them was a wrestling champion. The youngest was 19. I keep thinking about that age. At 19 you are dreaming, building, figuring life out. Not facing death for asking for freedom. They were not numbers. They were sons, friends, someone’s whole world. And now they are gone.
This is what our life looks like now. Not business, not plans, not growth. We wake up and reach for our phones with fear in our stomach. Every morning feels the same. Who is next? Who did we lose today? People message me about events and plans, and I read those messages and just sit there. Because it is hard to explain this kind of weight. This constant fear that never leaves.