
The Fire That Forged It
Before Son of the South was a brand, it was survival. My journey didn’t begin in a business plan, it began with a gunshot, a hospital bed and a harsh reality: I was paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors told me what I’d never do again. But where others saw the end, God showed me a beginning. In that pain, a fire was lit. Not just to walk again but to live with a mission so big that even paralysis couldn’t hold it down. That mission became Son of the South.
This isn’t about success. It’s about significance. Every word I speak, every adventure I take and every life I touch stems from that same fire, the one that forged my purpose. I don’t do this for “attention”, I do this because I was given another chance and I promised God I’d use it to help others find theirs. Son of the South was never about me. It was about the people who need to know that broken doesn’t mean done and that faith still moves mountains, even from a wheelchair.
This isn’t about success. It’s about significance. Every word I speak, every adventure I take and every life I touch stems from that same fire, the one that forged my purpose. I don’t do this for “attention”, I do this because I was given another chance and I promised God I’d use it to help others find theirs. Son of the South was never about me. It was about the people who need to know that broken doesn’t mean done and that faith still moves mountains, even from a wheelchair.