08/29/2026
THIS IS PERSONAL.
This one is personal, and I admit that I feel a little uncomfortable sharing it.
But if it helps even one person, that discomfort will have been worth it.
About four and a half years ago this month, I visited the man pictured here, Dr. Oliver, my primary care physician for many years.
Dr. Oliver is knowledgeable, compassionate, and the consummate professional caregiver. Over the years, I always appreciated his compliments about how well I took care of my body.
But during this particular visit, although he was still complimentary, he was also candid.
He saw some potential risks on the horizon and recommended that I make some lifestyle changes.
Avoid red meat.
Cut back on certain seafood—including shrimp.
Shrimp?!
I almost laughed.
Who doesn't eat red meat? And shrimp was my favorite seafood!
But something told me not to laugh off his advice.
So, I followed his recommendations to the letter.
Less than six months later, I was exercising at the gym when I felt an unusually acute pain in my chest.
I drove myself to the hospital.
I barely made it through the double doors before I nearly collapsed. Nurses rushed out with a wheelchair and took me inside.
Several tests were performed.
They came back negative.
But thankfully, the doctors didn't stop there.
I was kept for observation, and after a stress test, they discovered three blockages.
I underwent triple-bypass surgery.
And here I am, more than four years later.
Still here.
Still climbing.
Still dreaming.
And that brings me to the little book Dr. Oliver is holding in this photograph.
During that period of my life, I made a promise to myself:
If God spared me, I was going to finish what I had spent so many years dreaming about.
I was going to write the book.
I was going to stop saying someday.
I was going to stop assuming that tomorrow had already been promised to me.
So, if I sometimes seem a little overexcited about The First Cherry...
If I celebrate the billboards...
The libraries...
The readers...
The trailers...
Every person who holds this book...
Please forgive my overexuberance.
I know something now that perhaps I didn't fully understand before:
Time is a gift. And unfinished dreams don't finish themselves.
I am simply trying to chase this dark thing while there's still sunlight.
Thank you, Dr. Oliver.
And thank you to my cardiologist, Dr. Bidwell, whose picture I hope to add to this story one day.
And to anyone reading this who has been postponing the doctor's appointment, the lifestyle change, the phone call, the dream, the book, the business, the apology, the trip—or simply the decision to begin:
Do not put off until tomorrow what you can do today.
Tomorrow is a wonderful thing to plan for.
But today is the day we actually have.
To God be ALL the Glory. 🙏🏾🍒