Growing up, my life was all about preparation. I was that kid who lived and breathed football.

Every sprint, every tackle, every game was a step closer to my dream: playing in the NFL. Those were my years of peak performance, where every drop of sweat felt like it was watering the seeds of my future.

Then came the anticipation, the big day—draft day. Man, my heart was pounding out of my chest, surrounded by family, friends, and what felt like a lifetime of hope.

Only, my name never got called. Not once.

That moment? It was like watching everything I’d worked for crumble right in front of me, in front of everyone who believed in me. That gut punch didn't just knock the wind out of me; it knocked the life out of me.

For 30 years, I wandered through a fog of frustration and disconnection, my dreams dashed, my spirit broken. I was living, sure, but not alive.

It felt like I was stuck in the shadows, watching life pass me by. But then, something—or rather, someone—changed everything.

Emma. She was like an angel who saw through the fog, saw me.

Together, we started mapping out something that didn’t just pull me back into the light; it gave me a new reason to shine. We called it the WYSOCKI Way, named after the last name I got when I was adopted, not realizing back then it held the key to my salvation.

The WYSOCKI Way, it’s simple but powerful. Seven steps that saved my life and showed me how to live it healthy, happy, and whole.

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