What my movement stands for: Pain With A Purpose is a movement that stands for turning struggles, pain, and life experiences into strength and motivation. Who it serves: It serves people fighting silent battles, working hard every day, feeling misunderstood, and trying to overcome what life throws at them. What it does in the world: It reminds people they are not alone and helps them feel heard, understood, and inspired to keep going.

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6:30 (EST) Beginners 7:15 (EST) Meet you where you are Zoom Link: https://us06web.zoom.us/j/3478363270?pwd=dll4UStFdEZZSFVqR0p6SGJUczRTZz09 Class Materials: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fo/zn5s6w5xouff58x0glrk1/AGzP3rT-PnW4tKWGqCTyWa8?rlkey=ltm3hi2ht0ed0vvf4k0vzq3mm&dl=0

Thank you @Mike Desroches. We appreciate you showing up and giving us time out of your day sharing a craft you have CLEARLY worked tirelessly to master. Thank you for sharing that gift with us 🎹🙏‼️🙌 and I’m really glad brother @Richard Harmon could attend as well , and thank you for the text reminder lol💞🙌‼️ always a good time family. We will be practicing through the week. See you next time Coach Mike 🫡☺️‼️🙏

I promise I won't wrote a book every time! LOL BEFORE IT HAPPENED: DAILY INTENTION Remember who you were. SOUNDTRACK: The Awakening This song reminds me of my birth and early years as a child. For one, because the beat is sampled from Age Of Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In, which came out the year I was born, and I was born under the astrological sign of Aquarius in 1969. My mother was heavy into Astrology and used to always call me “My Little Aquarius”, so I knew early on what I was. I actually felt like the song was about me, a few years later the stage musical HAIR came out. I must have been about three or four years old. We went to see it as a family. I don’t know who my parents knew, but we sat up in the Producer’s booth and watch it from there. I remember the nude dancers dancing under the red light. I really felt like the world was my oyster and I was it’s V.I.P. I remember the week I turned 4 years old. My birthday is February 16. I remember a few days before my birthday my older brother coming home from school with all the Valentine’s Day cards he got. I remember looking at them and saying out loud ‘When I look at these cards I keep seeing birthday cakes in my eyes”….that’s because I had already assimilated that day to my birthday. Then that night, my dad came home with a bog velvet heart shaped box of candy for my mother. Somehow it still made ME feel special. Perhaps, unconsciously because I felt safe in a loving family, but also because I still felt like it was MY day too, so whatever was done on Valentine’s Day also pertained to me. Then to top it all off, I remember walking outside the back door on my 4th birthday, and I was greeted by a bunch of kids sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass yelling “SURPRISE!” . They had thrown me a surprise party. These weren’t even my friends because I was only 4…these were my older brother and his friends, but my parents has set it up. We all sat around eating cake, ice cream and drinking juice, and once again, my heart was overwhelmed with a joy I never felt because they were all there for my sake.