the long fall down.

In June of 2005, I received a letter from my parent's Alma-mater that I had been accepted into John Brown University. My relief was overwhelming.

My stolen high school diploma worked.

I arrived to school, quickly moved in and got settled in my dorm and was growing out my hair in no time. 

Intercultural Studies. Looked easy enough.

"What do you want to do with that?" people would ask.
"I'd love to work overseas someday" I'd answer.

Three semesters later I dropped out of college. Something about not ever doing my homework and a GPA of 1.65

Today I find myself a 50/50 business partner in a company that delivers products to 15 States each month and ships to 48 with 22 employees, and almost no clue how I got here.

Free-market capitalism doesn't reward effort, commend passion, or acknowledge ideas. 

It states simply: when people pay for something, they are saying they want more of it. 

Two years ago my business partner approached me and said "I think this is something the world wants. Are you interested in going in on this 50/50 and seeing how we can maybe grow a business out of this product?"

"Sure" I replied, excited to do something that involved not tutoring, not putting an elderly lady to bed, and not cutting lawns (my three jobs at the time). 

As far as I was concerned, ROI was a fish that swam in ponds outside expensive Asian restaurants. 

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Italicized words are from my Dad. 

MBA Graduate with honors, he resides in Montana as a small business owner and consultant, and I attribute much of who I am and any of my success to his wisdom.