Some people grow up in one place their whole life. One house, one school, one hometown. That wasn’t me.

I moved a lot as a kid. Not across the world—but enough to always feel like I was starting over. From the quiet streets of Cave City, Kentucky, to the tropical breeze of Islamorada in the Florida Keys, then up to Cape Coral for high school, and finally to Gainesville, where I earned my degree and built my adult life.

Every one of these places taught me something. And when I look back now—through the lens of a community leader, coach, and father figure to many—I see how each town carved a layer of who I am.

Cave City, Kentucky: Learning to Make Do

Cave City was small. Real small. The kind of place where the local gas station was a social hub and everybody knew your last name.

Life was simple there, but not easy. We didn’t have a lot of money, and I remember watching my parents hustle just to keep things going. That’s where I learned how to stretch a dollar and find joy in the little things—fishing at the lake, riding bikes, shooting hoops on cracked pavement.

Cave City taught me resourcefulness. There weren’t a lot of distractions or luxuries. You made your own fun. You earned your keep. And you treated people right, because sooner or later, you were going to see them again.

Those early lessons in humility and hard work stuck with me. They still show up in how I run nonprofit programs today—stretching every dollar, making it count, and remembering that impact doesn’t always come with a price tag.

Islamorada, Florida Keys: Adventure, Risk, and Family

Moving to the Keys was like stepping into a new world. Suddenly, I was surrounded by water, boats, and that salty air that never really leaves your skin.

This is where my family started Twistee Treat—the iconic cone-shaped ice cream stand that still makes people smile today. It was also where I became one of the youngest ever to pass the U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary tests. At the time, I didn’t realize how rare that was. I just knew I loved the water and wanted to be useful.

The Keys gave me independence. I was trusted to take responsibility early—whether it was helping in the family business or staying sharp during safety patrols. I also started to understand risk. Boats break down. Storms roll in. Things go wrong. You learn to think ahead, adapt, and work together.

And though the Keys felt like paradise on the surface, they were also a place where I saw how hard my parents worked behind the scenes. That planted the seeds of entrepreneurship in me—but more importantly, it gave me deep respect for anyone building something from scratch.

Cape Coral: Coming of Age

Cape Coral is where I went to high school—four years that feel like a blur of late-night football games, homework, band practice (I played the trumpet), and a growing awareness that life was a lot bigger than my own front yard.

It was also a time of personal change. My parents divorced. Things weren’t always smooth at home. But Cape Coral gave me space to figure things out. I met mentors. I started to write. I got my first taste of leadership in classrooms and on the field.

Cape Coral taught me resilience. I began to realize that pain and progress often go hand in hand. You can’t always control what happens to you, but you can control how you respond.

Those were the years that shaped my empathy—a trait I lean on every day now as a coach and board member. You never know what someone’s carrying. So be kind. And show up.

Gainesville: Where It All Came Together

Gainesville wasn’t just a place—it was a turning point. I came here to attend the University of Florida, and I never really left.

This is where I earned my degree. Where I started coaching lacrosse. Where I built a nonprofit (GALAXI) to help underserved kids find confidence through sport. It’s also where I now serve on the Gainesville Regional Utilities Authority Board, helping make decisions that shape the city’s future.

Gainesville gave me purpose. It’s where I realized that leadership isn’t about being the loudest in the room—it’s about service. It’s about doing the hard, often invisible work that holds communities together.

This city has enough energy to keep things moving and enough heart to keep you grounded. It’s big enough to matter, but small enough to feel like home.

I owe Gainesville more than just a diploma. I owe it a life I love.

The Places That Built Me

Cave City gave me grit.
Islamorada gave me courage.
Cape Coral gave me growth.
Gainesville gave me direction.

Every place added a layer. Every move was a step toward becoming the man I needed to be—especially when I didn’t have a strong father figure to show me the way.

I learned from people, yes. But I also learned from the landscapes, the streets, the communities that held me.

That’s why, today, I try to return the favor. As a coach. As a board member. As a neighbor. As a voice for kids who may be growing up in the same way I did—carrying more questions than answers.

Your Roots Aren’t a Limitation—They’re a Foundation

You don’t have to come from one perfect place to build a meaningful life. Sometimes, being shaped by many places gives you a broader view—and a deeper well of empathy.

I’m grateful for every zip code, every detour, every memory.

Because the places that built me? They built a man committed to building something better for others.

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When I launched GALAXI—Gainesville Area Lacrosse Inc.—I didn’t have a grant writer, a donor list, or a shiny website. I had a plastic tote full of used lacrosse gear, a passion for the sport, and a desire to give kids in my community a shot they might not otherwise have.

That’s it.

No corporate sponsor. No startup capital. No paid staff.

And yet, here we are—years later—with teams on the field, kids learning and growing, and a program that’s respected not just for what it offers, but for how we do it.

This blog is for the dreamers and doers building their own “nonprofit next door.” The ones working out of garages, meeting in borrowed spaces, and fueling the mission with grit instead of money.

Trust me—you don’t need a big budget to make a big difference.

Step One: Know Your Why

Before you do anything—print flyers, collect gear, even pick a name—you’ve got to nail down your why. That purpose is going to keep you grounded when things get messy (and they will).

For me, the “why” was simple:
I wanted kids—especially those in underserved neighborhoods—to experience the confidence, camaraderie, and character that lacrosse can build.

Your mission has to be clear enough that a 10-year-old and a city commissioner can both understand it. If your reason for existing is strong, it becomes your best fundraising tool, your best recruiting pitch, and your North Star when you’re deciding what to say no to.

Build With What You Have (Not What You Wish You Did)

In the beginning, GALAXI didn’t have fancy jerseys or custom helmets. We had hand-me-downs, old sticks, and cones I borrowed from my days coaching JV.

And you know what? The kids didn’t care.

They were just excited to play. To be part of something. To have adults cheering for them.

Don’t wait until your logo’s perfect or you’ve raised $20K. Get creative. Partner with local schools, churches, parks, or rec centers. Post in neighborhood groups. Ask for used equipment. Offer your time before you ask for anyone else’s money.

Starting scrappy teaches you how to stretch every resource—and that lesson will serve you forever.

Community Partnerships Are Priceless

One of the smartest things I ever did was stop trying to do it all alone.

We partnered with local PE teachers who helped us introduce the basics during gym classes. We teamed up with school administrators to get field space. We leaned on fellow coaches and volunteers who brought new skills and new networks.

Don’t underestimate the power of small, local partnerships. That teacher, business owner, or city employee down the street? They might be your best advocate—and they’re often just waiting for someone to ask.

Mission-driven people find each other. You just have to make the first move.

Keep the Main Thing the Main Thing

When you run a grassroots nonprofit, you’re going to be tempted to chase every opportunity, donation, or invitation that comes your way. Don’t.

Focus on the one thing you’re best positioned to do. For us, it’s teaching lacrosse and life skills to young people who need a positive outlet.

That means we say no to things—even good things—if they pull us off course.

We don’t run elite travel teams. We don’t overcomplicate programming. We stay grounded in access, inclusion, and consistency.

Clarity beats complexity—especially when your resources are limited.

Measure What Matters

You don’t need a fancy data dashboard to know you’re making an impact.

You just need to look.

• Did that shy kid finally speak up during practice?
  
• Did a player who struggled in school improve their attendance?
  
• Did a parent tell you this is the first time their child felt like part of something?
  

That’s impact.

Eventually, you’ll need metrics for grants and partners. But never forget that the most meaningful outcomes are often the hardest to measure—and the easiest to feel.

Stay Lean, Stay Local

There’s nothing wrong with dreaming big. But don’t forget the power of being small and nimble.

GALAXI isn’t run from an office. It’s run from kitchens, sideline chats, and Saturday morning huddles. Our decisions don’t go through five layers of committees. We see a need, and we respond. Quickly.

That kind of responsiveness builds trust—and trust builds momentum.

People don’t support organizations because they’re big. They support them because they’re personal, effective, and rooted in the community.

You Don’t Need More—You Need Meaning

If you’re building something right now—a sports league, a tutoring program, a food pantry—don’t get discouraged by what you don’t have. That’s not what matters most.

What matters is that you show up. That you stay consistent. That you focus on people over polish and impact over image.

GALAXI wasn’t built on big money. It was built on borrowed sticks, volunteer hours, and a belief that kids in Gainesville deserved a chance to thrive through sport.

And if we can do it, you can too.

Because the nonprofit next door? It just might be the one that changes everything.

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I didn’t grow up with much. Money was tight. I missed out on some school trips and things my classmates got to do. But I never saw myself as “poor”—because I was rich in other ways.

I had a roof over my head. I had hobbies I loved—fishing, basketball, comics, and playing the trumpet. I had a mother who showed up every single day. And later, when my family started Twistee Treat, I got to watch firsthand what it looked like to build something from the ground up.

Still, those early days taught me what it means to go without. And that formed the core of who I am today.

Grit Happens Quietly

No one teaches you “grit” in school. It’s not a class or a workshop. It’s something you pick up by living through uncomfortable things—and choosing to keep going anyway.

Grit was watching my mom stretch a grocery budget so we could have dinner and a packed lunch for school.
Grit was saying no to field trips because the cost was just too high.
Grit was learning to fix things instead of replacing them.
Grit was keeping a smile on when things felt uncertain.

There were no violins or big speeches. Just daily decisions to show up, do your part, and make the best of what you have. And that’s the kind of strength that sticks.

Humility Isn’t a Weakness—It’s a Superpower

Growing up without extras gave me an appreciation for every opportunity that came my way. When I got into the University of Florida, I didn’t take it for granted. I worked hard, earned my degree, and carried that same attitude into every job and volunteer role since.

Even now, whether I’m coaching high school lacrosse or serving on the GRU Authority Board, I try to bring humility into the room. Not the kind where you downplay your experience, but the kind that says, “We’re all here to learn, serve, and do the best we can.”

Humility also helps you listen better. And in leadership, listening is more powerful than talking.

The Empathy Advantage

When you’ve stood in shoes that were a little too tight, or eaten cereal for dinner because it’s all you had, you see the world differently.

You understand struggle—not in theory, but in your bones.

And that’s where empathy comes from.

As a coach, I see kids walking in with tough home lives, carrying burdens that would break most adults. I get it. I don’t judge. I support. I try to be the adult I needed at their age—present, patient, and positive.

On the GRU board, that same empathy shows up. When we’re talking about utility rates or infrastructure spending, I think about the single mom juggling three jobs, or the retiree on a fixed income. Every decision we make impacts real people—and it’s personal to me.

Purpose Over Prestige

I’ve never chased titles or fancy business cards. What I’ve chased is impact.

Starting GALAXI, the youth lacrosse nonprofit, wasn’t about adding something impressive to my resume. It was about giving kids in Gainesville a chance to experience the kind of teamwork, discipline, and joy that sports gave me.

And coaching isn’t glamorous. It’s late nights, muddy fields, and rides home for kids who’d otherwise miss practice. But it’s also watching a shy freshman grow into a confident team captain. It’s the quiet “thank you” from a player who finally found his place.

That’s the kind of success that sticks. The kind that matters.

The Power of Showing Up

I may not have had wealth growing up, but I had incredible models of perseverance. My mom especially—always steady, always strong. She showed me the power of showing up, no matter what.

That’s something I carry with me in everything I do. You don’t need perfect conditions to make a difference. You just need to be consistent. Be kind. Be present.

Some of the most powerful moments of leadership aren’t loud or dramatic. They’re the quiet ones—when you return the call, remember a name, lend an ear, or offer someone a second chance.

Those are the moments that shape lives. I know because people did that for me.

A Life of Giving Back

The older I get, the more I see that life isn’t about what you accumulate—it’s about what you contribute.

Giving back doesn’t always look like a big donation or a headline. Sometimes, it looks like mentoring a teen. Or helping a neighbor. Or volunteering your time, even when your schedule is already packed.

Everything I do—from coaching, to board service, to nonprofit work—is my way of paying forward the lessons I learned when life was simpler but harder.

I didn’t have much, but I had enough. Enough to know what matters. Enough to keep going. And enough to want better for the next kid coming up behind me.

Your Roots Shape You

Some people grow up with every advantage. That wasn’t my story. But I wouldn’t trade it.

Growing up without much gave me grit. It gave me empathy. It gave me a lifelong drive to give back—not because I have to, but because I want to.

It taught me that leadership isn’t about being the loudest in the room. It’s about remembering where you came from, lifting others up, and doing the right thing—especially when no one’s watching.

And that, to me, is a life well lived.

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When I joined the U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary, I was just a kid—one of the youngest ever to pass the qualification tests in the Florida Keys. Most of the other members were seasoned boaters, retirees, or former military folks. I stood out like a sore thumb.

But from the moment I put on that uniform, I knew I had stepped into something bigger than myself.

This wasn’t a summer job or a school club. It was real responsibility. Real training. Real risk. And for a kid still figuring out who he was, it became one of the most defining experiences of my life.

Growing Up Near the Water

I was raised in some of the most water-bound places you can imagine—Islamorada, Lower Matecumbe Key, Cape Coral. Boats were everywhere. The ocean wasn’t just a view; it was a lifestyle.

Fishing, boating, diving—these weren’t hobbies. They were part of the fabric of everyday life. And with that came a deep respect for the sea.

My parents, especially my dad, encouraged my interest in maritime safety. He saw that I had a real focus when it came to learning things hands-on, and when the opportunity to join the Coast Guard Auxiliary came up, I jumped at it.

I didn’t fully grasp the weight of it at the time, but it turns out there’s something powerful about giving a teenager a radio, a chart, and a set of emergency protocols and telling him: “People are counting on you.”

Not Just Training—A Whole New Mindset

The training wasn’t easy. We studied navigational rules, weather patterns, marine radio protocol, search and rescue basics, and vessel safety checks. We practiced everything from knot-tying to emergency signal recognition. No shortcuts. No passes because I was young.

And that was the point.

In the Auxiliary, you’re treated like a professional, not a kid. You’re expected to show up, know your stuff, and carry your weight. You don’t get a gold star for trying—you earn trust by being sharp, reliable, and steady under pressure.

Those lessons stuck with me.

• Be early.
  
• Be prepared.
  
• Double-check your gear.
  
• Back up the backup plan.
  

To this day, I still feel that “readiness mindset” kick in whenever something gets tough or unpredictable—whether it’s coaching a tight lacrosse game, managing a nonprofit budget, or navigating complex policy as part of the GRU Authority Board.

Respecting the Risk

One of the biggest takeaways from the Auxiliary was this: the ocean doesn’t care how old you are. Or how cool you think you are. Or how much experience you have.

It demands respect.

I saw firsthand what could happen when people ignored safety basics. Boats taking on water. Radio silence during storms. People heading out with zero prep. That stuff stays with you.

Our job wasn’t always glamorous, but it was vital. We were the eyes and ears out there—doing safety patrols, checking life jackets, giving directions to lost boaters. Every now and then, we’d help in bigger ways—distress calls, breakdowns, even rescues.

Each time, I felt that weight and privilege. Knowing you could be the difference between someone getting home or not? That’ll teach you maturity real quick.

Standing Tall (Even When You Feel Small)

I’ll be honest—there were moments when I felt out of place. I was surrounded by adults, some with decades of experience. But I kept showing up. Kept listening. Kept learning.

And slowly, they began to treat me not as a kid, but as a teammate.

That shift did something to me. It gave me a quiet confidence that I still carry today. I learned that you don’t have to be loud or perfect or in charge to make a difference. You just have to take your role seriously and do the work.

That mindset followed me into every leadership role I’ve taken on since—whether it’s mentoring students, leading a nonprofit, or making decisions about the future of public utilities in Gainesville.

A Ripple Effect

Looking back, I realize now that joining the Coast Guard Auxiliary was more than just an early achievement. It was the beginning of how I started to see myself—as someone who could step up, serve others, and take responsibility seriously.

I didn’t join for a resume boost or recognition. I joined because I loved the water and wanted to contribute. And in return, I got a foundation that would serve me in every corner of life.

That’s why I believe so deeply in programs that give young people real responsibility early. Whether it’s sports, scouting, or service, we need to stop underestimating what kids are capable of. When you give a young person structure, trust, and a meaningful role, amazing things happen.

Anchored for Life

To this day, I can still hear the static of the marine radio and feel the hum of the boat engine under my feet. I can still remember the checklist drills and the way my pulse spiked when a call came in.

But more than that, I remember what it felt like to be trusted. To be part of a team. To serve something larger than myself.

That’s the part I carry with me now—into boardrooms, nonprofit meetings, and lacrosse huddles. That sense that leadership isn’t about age or title. It’s about showing up, doing the work, and keeping others safe—no matter what the weather looks like.

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