What I really appreciated was someone who simply believed in me.

We all have the ability to be that kind of hero. The kind that shares our genuine belief in someone else.

Let’s choose our steps this week to honor those who continually show up for others—regardless of the personal cost or benefit.

I didn't discovered it until later, but my desire to spend time with Dick Eastland from Camp Mystic had nothing to do with the “owner” title he carried, the car he drove, the house he lived in, or the trips he took.

Twenty-five years ago, I was new to the Texas Hill Country—only three years into my career just a few years out of school with a Master's degree and some experience in Maine and New York.

I had an entrepreneur's heart, so when I spotted Dick at a conference, I felt compelled to talk with him.

His son, James, who was every bit as kind, friendly, but probably wittier than his father, introduced us. I was nervous.

This was a man who had accomplished everything I aspired to achieve…and alongside the people he cared about most—his wife, Tweety, and their beautiful family.

His handshake spoke volumes. In that simple gesture, Dick conveyed, “Relax, Brian. I’m here for you. Let’s talk.”

I asked him, “How did you get to where you are? What needs to be true for me to do the same?”

His response still echoes in my mind: “You seem like a talented young man.

Everything you need is already inside you. It’s just a matter of bringing it to the surface when the right opportunity comes along. Let me know how I can help.”

In the years that followed, I would call or email him for guidance—seeking advice on a variety of things. But, over time, I realized it wasn’t about the specific answers to my questions that created my desire to want more from him.

What I really appreciated was someone who simply believed in me.

Fast forward around 4 years, and I would sign the title document to my first camp.

A few years later, when his son, James, passed away at an early age, I drove across Texas to attend the funeral. At the lunch after the funeral, Dick greeted me with genuine gratitude, saying, “I can’t believe you would take so much time to come see us.”

Always humble. Always grateful. Always putting others first.

Dick was a hero to so many of us—not because he wore a cape, but because he showed up, every time. Without hesitation. No matter who needed him.

We all have the ability to be that kind of hero. The kind that shares our genuine belief in someone else.

Let’s choose our steps this week to honor those who continually show up for others—regardless of the personal cost or benefit.

Though I didn’t have the same level of relationship with Jane Ragsdale at Heart O’ The Hills, I know she was doing the same meaningful work for others. Without a need for recognition. She simply wanted to watch others benefit from her labor.

May God be with you, Dick Eastland, Jane Ragsdale, and all those who have given so much so that others can achieve their own dreams.

Thank you for everything.

Remain Encouraged,

Brian