From Revolutionary to Poverty Pimp: A Confession, a Wound, and a Second Chance
A Holiday Letter From Someone Who Broke People — and Is Trying to Save Them Now.
Hey everyone,
Christmas is supposed to be a time of warmth, light, and giving.
But every year around this time, something inside me aches.
It’s the faces.
The ones I can’t forget.
The ones I failed.
I want to tell you a story — my story — and it’s not clean, heroic, or inspirational.
It’s messy. It’s painful.
But maybe the truth can help someone else before it’s too late.






