Sixty-six years. That's a lot of mornings waking up not knowing. And yet. People come to me with their broken hearts, their big questions, their small shames they've told no one else. And somehow, I don't know how, something comes through my mouth that helps. I used to think it was me; now I think it's just what happens when you sit still long enough. The universe leaks through the cracks. I just happen to be the crack. So today, on my birthday, I'm not going to pretend I have nothing to offer. I do. You've told me so. And I believe you. What I have is this... a back that's carried things. Hands that have held others while they cried. A silence that doesn't run away from pain. A few words that came from somewhere deeper than my thinking mind. That's my gift to this Skool community. Not perfection. Just presence. Seasoned presence. Like old wood that doesn't warp anymore. If you need me today, I'm here. Not because I'm special. Because I said yes a long time ago to being the one who stays in the room when it gets hard. That's 66. That's the whole thing. Thank you for letting me be your crack in the universe. With love ❤️ Always Mark