My father, a Cuban born hard working man, taught me a lot and inadvertently set me off on a course of self discovery that looked more like self destruction.

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I was born in Pasadena, Texas to a very loving Christian Mother and a Catholic Father.

Two years after I was born, we moved to Lancaster California.

When I was 9, we moved back to Pasadena Texas.

My Father was in the picture until I was 11 years old.

One gloomy day in Pasadena Texas my Father called me over into the living room and asked me to sit down. He had something he wanted to discuss with me.

“Jake, it’s not working out with me and your mom, we are separating and you are now the man of the house.” He tells me.

“Man of the house”

“Man of the house”

“Man of the house”

My father, a Cuban born hard working man, taught me a lot and inadvertently set me off on a course of self discovery that looked more like self destruction.

Many unanswered questions, uncertainty looming with no real solution in sight. The meaning I gave that event, and the feelings of betrayal became a monster.

A monster within that I had no idea I was feeding.

Hatred and resentment became the foundations of the cell that incarcerated my soul long before I arrived at the physical manifestation of my internal turmoil.

During my teen years, that’s when things started to spiral out of control.

My mother and I, along with my three siblings, relocated to Miami Florida to follow my father because he had been the breadwinner up until now.

My mother took a job and was working 7 days a week to provide for us.

Watching the show The Wonder Years in the late 80’s I believed that this is what my family was supposed to look like.

As the fingerprint marks the uniqueness of each one of us, so our journey is distinctive as it should be, unfortunately my level of consciousness was not developed enough to allow for such understanding.

Instead of living up to being the “man of the house” I failed. I failed my mother, I failed my brothers, I failed my sister. I buckled under the weight of a responsibility I did not know how to handle.

The pain within was so severe, and the knowledge of how to address such pain was not a skill I had learned.

I pretended to be ok and began self medication to escape a massive depression. On the exterior I was fine, and I would feign normalcy.

Drugs, alcohol, and crime became the outlets of a rogue river of emotions.


Between the ages of 18 and 22 I got into enough trouble to send me to prison for 7 ½ years.

Prison saved my life.

Many times the gifts we seek don’t always arrive in packages we desire.

I would have never willingly subjected myself to such extreme correction.

Prison is everything the movies make it out to be, it is a merciless domination of the most primal emotions and reactions known to man.

Born into a family with so much love, 4 generations of women welcomed me into this planet. Raised with good morals, values, and principles.

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My perception of the family unit was irredeemably torn and the meaning I gave the event intensified the situation even further.

This is about how our choices can aggravate trauma and exacerbate situations. This is really about the mental prison of turning inevitable pain into enduring suffering if not addressed.

If you do not heal what hurt you, you will bleed on those who didn’t cut you.

Sitting in a confinement cell contemplating slitting my wrist and bleeding out into oblivion, I put some thought into suicide.

I would first need to get postage stamps or cigarettes to pay the trustee to bring me a razor, I would then slit my left wrist after the officer did his hourly inspection. An hour should be enough to bleed out.

Then I thought, “How do I know where I am going to end up any better than here?” Second thought was more of an internal monologue that went something like this “Let me get this straight, you would end your suffering and create more suffering for your mother, grandmothers, brothers, and sister? You little bitch, you better man the fuck up.”

After so much violence, so many fights, and bloodshed, I got on my knees and wept into the Hands of God. My lack of understanding brought me here, I no longer want to hurt myself and others, please Lord, strengthen me mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually and guide me to a higher understanding self and others …

Vision Gives Pain A Purpose.

I started asking myself some deep questions.

“If I created this hell I am now experiencing, how do I create my own heaven?”

“What am I great at?”

“What do I enjoy doing the most?”

“How can I master the art of public speaking?”

Having failed at so many things, and forfeiting my freedom for the third time, turning myself in to do 5 years at 25 years old.

If I am going to survive this I am going to have to focus all my time, attention, and energy on the evolution of my character.

25 years old and eagerly seeking enlightenment and freedom I turn myself in after a 30 day furlough to do a five year bid.

Having been here twice before, I prepared, I looked online to find a university that provided correspondence courses and I found Louisiana State University.

I took an intro to psychology and aced it.

I read every non fiction book that fell within the criteria of interests I was most focused on.

I would use the dictionary and find twenty new words a week to learn, adopt, and practice using in proper context.

I read the whole Bible cover to cover. It took me three months.

I watched all of the men who had the results I did not want, and took note of what they did, how they acted, and did the opposite.

In essence I had to unlearn, and relearn, such a gorgeous journey of self discovery that I thank God for my physical incarceration which led to my spiritual liberation.

Although I was growing into a more evolved conscious version of myself, I still had a distorted view of what it meant to be a man.
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When the movie Rocky came out, my father had me and my brothers over the sink eating raw eggs and duking it out with boxing gloves in the living room.

Raised with the old school erroneous teachings of ill informed men, “suck it up, men don’t cry.”

What I understood is it is not socially acceptable to have certain feelings.

In prison it is definitely not smart to be emotionally unstable.

While in a confinement cell I began to ponder the question “what does it mean to be a man?”

I was tired of the fighting to prove myself, and came to the realization that fighting would never end with this current belief system.

So “what does it mean to be a man?”

If anyone hurt my mother I would hurt them and here I was hurting her the most.

The answer came, providing and protecting my family, emotional intelligence, mental toughness, and the ability to express feelings in a healthy way, this is what it means to be a man.

I was released from prison in 2011, my goal was to become a millionaire by 2017. I missed that mark and finally hit it in 2022.

I have been to 16 different countries, ran a successful call center business that afforded me the opportunity to level up and join Tony Robbins Platinum Partnership in 2016.

I turned my focus to real estate investments, amassing a 2000-acre real estate portfolio between 2021-2023. I have raised a little over $10 million, contributing to a total $15 million raise fueling five projects, now valued at $80 million. Currently, I am spearheading, with business partners, the development of Florida’s second largest manufactured home park.

I went from unconsciously manifesting a living hell to consciously creating a life I dreamed of long ago.

Journey with me on this path of transformation.

A testament to the indomitable human spirit, my story is proof that it’s never too late to kill the monster and change your narrative.
Years of misguided decisions, fueled by anger and resentment, led me down a path of destruction.
Yet, within the confines of a prison cell, I found the strength and courage to surrender my will over to God which led to my liberation.

Not from the physical bars that enclosed me, but from the shackles of my own thoughts, emotions, and beliefs that had confined me for far too long.

Today, I stand before you not as a man broken by his past, but as a man empowered by it. A man who chose to embrace his flaws, evolve from his experiences, and empower himself to rewrite his own story.

I invite you, fellow travelers on the journey of life, to join me on this transformational journey.

Together, we will delve deep into the abyss of our being, confront the monster that haunts us, eradicate it, and emerge stronger, wiser, and empowered.

Are you ready to step into your power, take charge of your life, and become the man you were always meant to be?

To embrace your past, evolve into your potential, and empower your future?

If you are, then let’s begin this transformative journey together.

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