The Death Of A Friend And The Birth Of A Dream

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What if the words you’re saving for tomorrow never get spoken? This conversation starts with an archive drop and opens into a raw, urgent meditation on missed chances, unspoken gratitude, and the real cost of waiting. I trace a line from a childhood in Bedford-Stuyvesant—amid arson-scarred blocks, strained schools, and low expectations—to a purpose that survived the odds, then pause at one moment I can’t get back: a best friend named Ayanna who never got to hear she was my best friend.

We challenge the reflex to say “maybe it wasn’t meant to be” and ask a harder question: were we truly in position to receive the opportunity? We dig into personal accountability, the gap between 100 percent effort and the safe 65%, and the way gratitude reframes loss without denying it. 

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Chapters

• 0:00 Archive Drop And Setup
• 2:41 Theme: Missed Chances And Gratitude
• 3:55 From “There” To “Here” Purpose
• 6:43 Brooklyn In Crisis: Context
• 9:43 Catholic School And Isolation
• 11:48 Friendship With Ayana
• 13:42 Accountability Over “Meant To Be”
• 16:17 Gratitude As Daily Practice
• 17:32 Sponsor: Strong Coffee
• 18:09 Give Flowers To The Living
• 20:47 Counting Blessings Exercise
• 22:51 The Day Ayana Didn’t Arrive
• 24:57 News Of Her Death
• 27:47 Guilt, Depression, And Aftermath
• 29:49 Kindness Cannot Wait
• 30:37 Fan Mail Invitation
• 31:47 Wide Lens On Your Life
• 34:57 If Today Was Your Last Day
• 38:47 Act Now: No Tomorrow Guarantee
• 41:47 You Still Have So Much To Give
• 44:27 Don’t Let Today Pass You By
• 46:47 Closing And Blog Mention

Transcript

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Hey friends and families, it's Mr. You. Now, our team wanna try something fresh and something different, especially during our slower months of the season. So, starting this season, we're gonna release random but timely episodes from our first few seasons, which I gotta tell you are the most popular seasons of our entire podcast brand history. I think when you hit them, you'll know why they're so popular. It's gonna be great for new listeners and great also for longtime listeners who've been following us for a while. So stay tuned. Thank you for watching us and for listening. Hope you enjoy this new experience. We're going into the archives. Here's a blast in the past right now. I think you'll enjoy. Have fun. On this podcast, we're gonna discuss missed opportunities, fleeting moments, unfulfilled obligations, and what possibilities are available when we are appreciative for what we have while we still have it. You'll also learn what happens when we don't. Learn in the hard way, so maybe you don't have to. Coming up on the Call Me Mr. Youda podcast, which starts right now. What's up everybody? Welcome back to the all-purpose pod for an all-purpose life. Today is indeed a gift and tomorrow is not promised. I just wanted you to know that I'm your friend, Mr. Young. Wherever you are, however you listen to our podcast, thank you again for making the Call Me Mr. You part of your morning, your day, and your week. Thank you so much for chiming in, showing your support, and letting us know how you feel on our social media platforms. And everywhere where your podcasts are available. Thank you again for making The Call Me Mr. You part of your morning, your day, and your week. Now, I often tell stories on our podcasts about my upbringing. I'm pretty candid about my childhood, where I was raised, and how we lived. I'm pretty transparent about that because I want you to understand myself as a person, but also to understand why I am where I am today and why success is definitely possible. Whether it be in our spiritual or professional development, I always want you guys to know and hear right from my lips that anything is possible. Yeah. So I often share those stories about my upbringing, not to get any pity or to highlight any specific core beliefs that I have. I just do that because I want to encourage you guys that anybody can do it if I can. If I can come from where I come from and have the misfortunes and the struggles and the inherent challenges of the environment that I lived in, and can still stand here today and say, in several ways, I'm successful. I'm encouraging you guys to let you know that you can do the same. Now, in every way, I was a statistic because of the environment I lived in in the specific neighborhood that I came from. I was not expected to finish high school. I was definitely not expected to go to college. And to be honest with you, if you listen to some people, I shouldn't have made it out of my 20s. I was projected to be a member of a gang, a drug user, or somebody's main topic at my home going. I was not supposed to be here. Now, before we talk about where there was, let's work backwards and discuss where here is. Here is a place where I've seen and have been the beneficiary of circumstances I can't explain, and that science can't explain. Here is where I have laid hands on the dream that conventional wisdom says I should never have even seen, much less experienced. Here is where I have seen much death, much loss, much struggle and adversity. But although I've been touched by sharp thorns, I'm able to say I survived. I'm able to say I'm an overcomer. I'm able to say I'm victorious. I'm not only here existing in some shell of a life, but I'm living. But most of all, and most importantly, I know why I'm here. I've come face to face with purpose. And let's rewind to there. Where's there? There is the cruel streets of Bedford Stuyverson. Part of the borough of Brooklyn, where I was born and raised. What we call the concrete jungle, some would say. Now, in the time of my early years in my in my coming up in Brooklyn, and you can Google this stuff, it's pretty common knowledge. You'll you'll find some things that I'm positive you weren't aware of that was going on in our borough at the time that I was not only born, but also being raised as a young person, as an adolescent. Some of the most highest mortality rates in state and perhaps in national history were prevalent in the borough of Brooklyn. Bankruptcy that resulted in a reduction of police, which is something that we talk about now when talking about police reform and so-called requests to defund the police. Bankruptcy caused a reduction of the police force and the emergency services like the fire department, ambulatory services, and even teachers in the public school system. Landlords were actually burning down their properties to collect the insurance money. And this would happen while the children were off to school and their parents were at work. They would come home and find they don't have a home, that it was burned down. Arson was a big thing during the time that I was growing up in Brooklyn, during the 70s. Skyrocketing homelessness. It was at an all-time high. Part of that was because landlords were burning down their property to collect the insurance money to get from under the debt. So that did add to the homelessness numbers. Sewage in the drinking water. One example was the Bronx River, known for its sewage during that time. And overall fear and dread, poverty, little children without a meal, relying on the school system to be able to eat. And most and worst of all, death. On every newspaper, in the mouths of every citizen during that time. These were the kind of things that plagued the borough from where I'm from. Now, my mother witnessing a lot that was going on in our neighborhood and on our streets, even with me personally, I'm sure she had an overwhelming need to protect me. I'm sure she wanted to try to insulate me from as much of the things of the world, so to speak, as possible. So she had me enrolled in a Catholic elementary school. Now, I'm sure she likely thought that it would enhance the value system that she already taught me in our home, keep me close to the Lord, and help me stay steered down the right path. Keep me honest. I'm grateful for her efforts. I'm thankful that she tried. You know, during my time there, I met some nuns who were pretty liberal in their use of a long ruler. They didn't measure inches and yards, but they corrected certain behaviors. So a lot of things you see played out on TV and in cinema, that was a real situation. The nuns were more uh caretakers and providers of discipline than they were teachers or instructors or mothers or mobile parents, if you will. So this was the kind of background that I was involved in, just being enrolled in a Catholic learning system. Now, although most of my classmates were from the same streets I grew up on, and their parents likely enrolled them there for the same reasons my mom did, I struggled to make friends right away. I felt like I was a friendly person. Didn't really see myself so much as an introvert, but I struggled to make friends. I think I had a lot of stress with not being in the public school system with my actual friends, people who I actually grew up around and spent time with. So there was a bit of a learning curve there. We had the same uniforms on every day. There was a dress code and a very strict one, but we were so different. We were different people, and that made the learning curve a little bit harder for me as a young person. So I guess in this new environment, I was an introvert. But somehow, I befriended another young introvert. Her name was Ayana. Ayana was my friend. We sat across from each other when we had the same classes. We would intentionally have lunch together. We liked the same TV shows, even some of the same music. Ayana was my friend. She was one of the few people that I actually talked to every day. She was a person I was I look forward to seeing at the start of every school day. She was probably the only person I trusted to share information with. Yeah, the fallback response is, well, maybe it wasn't meant to be. Or what God has for me is for me, would say defiantly. Both might be true. But just maybe. Maybe we personally weren't in the position or had the appropriate posture to receive what was actually for us. Maybe we missed the opportunity because we were out of position. Or in the wrong headspace, had the wrong mindset. That's uncomfortable to deal with because our normal alibi is to say things like, well, maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe it just wasn't my time. Or maybe I'll catch the next opportunity. We don't always have the benefit of having a next opportunity. Like I said in the intro, tomorrow is not promised. Today is truly a gift. And it will behoove us to take advantage of it while we have the opportunity within our grasp. They ever look back and thought, wow, I should have gone to them and apologized for being such a hard case. I could have handled that situation a little differently. I could have done better. Have you ever gone back and corrected those mistakes? Have you ever owned your part in the drama or in the dispute or conflict? Or did you just leave it where it was? You may be glad you're gone from that old job, but can you honestly say that you gave your best effort? We talk about 100% and we got it on t-shirts and all of our social media as an emoji, but do we really give 100% to what we connect ourselves or what we want to be established in our life? Do we really give 100%? Yeah, you're gone from that job, but can you honestly say you gave your best ever? Did you give 100%? Or did you give 65%? Or 30%? Did you do your best to make the situation better than it was before you were granted access into it? Not just regarding a job, but I would recommend that we consider that in relationships as well. Is the situation better now that you're a part of it than it was? Or are you making matters worse because of what you're bringing to the equation? Ladies and gentlemen, we are back on the human responsibility train. All aboard see while we collectively, and by we, I don't mean me in this case, we curse the pandemic and having to quarantine, and we curse 2020 as the worst year of our natural lives. But can you say with a straight face that you have been appreciative of all that you have right now? Can you say with a straight face that you are more focused on what you feel you lost or what you're being deprived of? Can you say that you're grateful? There's a quote that says, Gratitude turns what we have into enough. Check. Sustain energy throughout the day, check. No jitters and crashes, check. Stress relievers like Ashwagonda for your morning commute. Check and double check. It's also good for your skin. Come on now. A healthy alternative that actually tastes good. I've arranged the highest exclusive discount for my listeners. Use the promo code strongcoffeecompany.com forward slash discount forward slash TCMY. That's what they call me, Mr. U. StrongCoffeeCompany.com forward slash discount forward slash TCMY. The link is also in the show notes. Check out Strong Coffee. Let me know what you think. See, I say this publicly and I have privately as well. I believe that giving my flowers to the living while they can still smell their sweet aroma, and while you can still see their beauty and their perfection is of the utmost importance to me. To the coronavirus specifically. And I look back now after a couple of months of just mourning in my own way and kind of just dealing with the fact that now I just see the people's pictures on my social media, but they're not here. I can't call them. I can't hug them anymore. I can't let them know how much I appreciate all they contributed to my life because they're not here. They're not here to hear it. And I think about that, and I realized that opportunity to do those things, to give that hug, to show that appreciation, to give those flowers. The opportunity didn't it wasn't lost on me, I had it. I just didn't utilize it well. And in that way, that was a missed opportunity. It was a fleeting moment that had passed. It was an obligation that I feel like I I had, but it was unfulfilled. I didn't take advantage of that opportunity. I learned a lot from growing up in the concrete jungle in the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York. I know a lot of people who are still living there, and perhaps they're in a place where they don't appreciate what they have either. People are protesting and and going full throttle on social media to talk about what they don't have and what they want and what they think they need. But I go back to what I said a little earlier in the podcast. Gratitude turns what we have into enough. We have the ability to make situations better than they were before we found them. We have the option to not look at a missed opportunity and blame it on the other person, or just point to the sky and blame it on God. We have an opportunity to own our decisions. In some cases, we have an opportunity to autocorrect. If you can hear my voice today on this podcast, if you're listening to me, whether you're jogging or you're at home working or you're on your job or you're on your lunch break, however, you're hearing our podcast today, because you can hear it. Because you have this opportunity. To give grace and receive grace. To love and be loved, to appreciate, but also dole out appreciation for what's been done for you. Something to think about. See, every day I strive, and I'm not perfect at it, I don't get it right. But I strive to live every day humble and appreciative and grateful for what I have right now. I know what loss looks like. Not just because I grew up in the ghetto. But because I'm human. And I experience what many other humans worldwide experience. I'm not exempt from pain. I'm not exempt from tragedy. I'm not exempt from loss. I'm not exempt from social injustice. But every day I strive to be humble, appreciative, and grateful for what I have right now. What a difference the day can make. What a difference 24 hours can make. Tomorrow everything can change. For the better, and sometimes for the not so great. See if you here's an exercise for you guys. If you really counted your blessings, if you got a sheet of paper and a pen, and you really counted your blessings and named them one by one, like the song says, how long would it take you? Could you only name five? Fifty? Five hundred? Here's my question. No matter what that number is, would you still be completed? Would you still be done? Even when you think you're done, you will undoubtedly miss some things. You leave some things out, and you likely leave some people out as well. We don't realize how blessed we are. Even the people who may cause us to pray more than we planned because of their influence in our life. The people who cause us to look at ourselves in the mirror a little more. You may not like them, they may get on your reserve nerve. But isn't that a blessing too? Shouldn't the names go on that paper? If they're pressing you into a better place because of their influencing your life, if they're causing you to be a better you. Isn't that a blessing? We could talk about that one later or on our social media platforms. I know that's a hot one, so we can get back into it. But just something to think about. If you really counted your blessings and name them one by one, how long would it take you? Even when you think you're done, you're gonna miss something. You're gonna miss some people. There's some folks that you've ignored that have been blessings to you. And you never even said thank you. You never showed any level of appreciation. Today's a great day to fix that. I think at the end of the day, we struggle to know what blessings look like. We just think we do. We need to have our vision repaired. We rarely recognize the importance and powers of what we possess, what we have access to, what we have in our hands, until it's gone. But by then it's too late. We wind back to, or fast forward, I'd say, to a new school year. I was promoted to the fifth grade. I remember this pretty well. I was one year away from going to middle school and and being an adult in my mind, anyway. I was already a latch key case or had my own keys, so I felt like I was already adulting to some degree. Made my own food, did my homework, cleaned my room, did chores. Mom was working two jobs, I think, and going to school. I feel like I was already adulting, but I'm pretty sure I'm wrong about that. I went to school one fateful morning, I believe it was about 1979, I think it was. I was pretty happy that day and I couldn't wait to see my friend. My friend Ayana. But she hadn't come to school yet. She lived right down the street from the school. I was really concerned. I even thought about sneaking away from the schoolyard to go check on her. Maybe she was sick today. Maybe she needed some company. Maybe she was lonely, not feeling well. You know, I even asked a couple of the teachers if they heard from her, but they didn't have any answers. You know, in that day, teachers didn't really give those anyway. Children were more to be seen and not heard. So most adults didn't think to give a child information like that. But I was really concerned about my friend. You know, we had a morning break and we would normally go outside for that, outside of the building, and kind of play basketball or something in between classes. And while we were playing, I happened to catch a glimpse of one of our teachers. And she was staring holes through me. Her gaze was like a dagger shooting through me. And I don't know, I just kind of felt weird about the way she was looking at me. I kind of had a lump in my throat and a stabbing sensation in my stomach. You know, dread is almost like slowly being covered with raindrops and then slowly turning into a torrential downpour. That's kind of what I felt in that moment. I felt a feeling of dread come over me. I was happy, excited, concerned about my friend, but having a great day overall. And I was just wondering why is she looking at me like this? I always thought of myself as an amateur detective. Guess you can thank Scooby-Doo and the crew for that one. But my teacher glared at me and she began to walk over to me, looking at me the entire time. It kind of felt like everything was going in slow motion. The closer she got to me, I began to notice the tears in her eyes. And my lip began to quiver. And it was almost like I knew what she was gonna say before she even uttered a word. If I recall correctly, my only words were what happened to my friend? And my teacher said Ayana was dead. I don't know if I heard anything after that. She said, Ayana, my friend, was dead. I don't think I was able to accept that. I just saw her yesterday. So she can't be dead. I'm pretty sure I had tears rushing down my face. I'm pretty sure, knowing me, I was apoplectic at that point. Not my friend. My friend can't be dead. Maybe you're thinking about somebody else. We got a lot of kids in our class, in our school. Maybe you got her mixed up with somebody else, but my friend, she just homesick, she's not dead. I didn't even get to even tell her that she was my best friend. Today was the day I was gonna tell her that she was my best friend in the whole world. Now, in that time, the details weren't really clear. I don't think I even remember a newspaper article or a news story. But again, in those days, adults felt like children were seen and not heard. And that we couldn't handle the rough stuff. But I was born in the rough stuff. I was raised in the rough stuff. But all I knew for sure with a certainty was that Ayana was not only dead, but she was murdered. Ayana was my friend. They speculated about who the perpetrator was. They said it was her father. I never even knew whether that was true or not. I just knew that somebody took away my friend. Ayana was my friend. That was probably the first time I could think of. Even growing up in what I describe as a ghetto, as a hard knock life to some degree. That was the first time I think I knew what depression looked and felt like. See, being an introvert, anyways, I guess in that environment, was it was an easy shell to climb back into. And I did that. If it wasn't for the comfort of my other classmates who knew how much of a friend Ayana was to me and how much I cared about her, I don't know if I would have ever got out of that shell. I was in a state of shock, dismay, and anger. Ayana was my friend. Ayana was dead. Ayana never got to hear me. Me tell her the big news. Ayana never got to hear out of my mouth that she was my best friend and that she was my only friend. Ayana was gone. See, everybody has childhood regrets. We can look back and probably find a truckload full of them. Everybody wishes they did something differently. I second guessed everything after that. I wondered if she fought in her final moments. I tormented myself wondering if she was alone. If she felt alone. I even had the mind that if I told her that she was my very best friend before that, would she have fought harder? I tormented myself so much. Or would she have been sadder in those moments because she knew that she would no longer see her best friend? I even wondered if anybody saw any red flags. Should I have seen any? Did anyone hear her screams and cries for help? Was this part of a pattern of behavior that all of her neighbors ignored? I was thinking everything. Was there even a sign that I missed that her best friend didn't even notice? Was there any way I could have helped? I tortured myself so much for the remainder of that school year. I felt guilt and I felt anger, I felt rage, I felt sullen, I felt depression. I probably had some more thoughts even beyond that. I know I stopped caring about school for a little bit. I was pretty much an A student, but I'm pretty sure my grades dropped. I wasn't even thinking about graduating in middle school. Like so many that grew up where I did. That grew up the way that I did. Jeff had come knocking on our door. In this case, knocking on my door, and I didn't like it. Ayana was my friend. Ayana was my best friend. And Ayana was dead. There's a quote by Ralph Waldorf Emerson. And it reads, You cannot do a kindness too soon because you never know how soon it will be too late. You cannot do a kindness too soon because you never know how soon it will be too late. What's up everybody? It's Mr. You. You know I love hearing from all of our viewers and listeners. You guys have some great questions. I love it. On every episode of the podcast, they call me Mr. You, right at the top of our show notes is a way you can text me directly. It's called fan mail. Send a text to me anytime in or out of our shows with questions, feedback, topic ideas, or some kind of encouragement for the coach. And I'll respond back to you at the very next episode of our show. I'm making you a part of our show. So send a text, show some love, ask a question, fan mail. Thanks for supporting us again. We love you, we appreciate you. Have a great day. Enjoy the music. Coach out. I don't know how I made the turn from that situation. Can I tell you something today? Will you listen to my words and hear my heart today? I'm not asking you to jump back into a dangerous or unfruitful situation. I am not asking you to endanger yourself. I am not asking you to get back into a bucket with the rest of the crabs. But I am asking you to truly assess your life with a wide view lens. Today I am not telling you how to build your business or how to grow spiritually. That's another episode for another day. Today I'm just asking you to recognize what you are fortunate to have. No matter what it is or how many it is. You know, this year, this season that we're in, I know it's hard to see because of all the dirt and the mud, but in there somewhere is a precious jewel. In there is an answer. In there is a hope. In there is value. It's dirty and mucky, but in it is value. In it is exactly what you need for the next season, for the next opportunity, for your next step in your personal growth and development. But you may be getting dirty in your process of achieving that, of attaining that jewel. You may have to get your hands dirty. We are so fortunate to have what we have, and I just don't understand why that is something that we don't hear about more often. I don't know about you, but I hear so much complaining. I hear so many personal attacks, whether it's somebody in government or somebody in some kind of public office or someone that is of influence, whether it be a sports figure or some public figure. And we spend so much time aiming these arrows and wasting all of this effort and energy, and it's sad and it's pointless, and it doesn't produce any value for you at all. You're just unleashing this lack of gratitude, and that person a few steps away from you may have gone through hell. And they still stand here and say, I'm grateful for what I have. I'm grateful for what I have. I'm just asking you to recognize what you are fortunate to have, no matter what it is, or how many it is, and show gratitude in the appropriate places. We have so many opportunities to go back and make those adjustments. If right now, if today, if today you knew somebody told you today is your final day on this earth, that means after this, your account is closed. There will be no more activity, no more transfers, no more withdrawals, no more deposits, your account will be closed after today at 12 o'clock midnight. If somebody told you that, and you knew that, how would you respond? What would you do? Likely you would do something that you've never done before and you have not been doing every other day of your life if you knew that you had no options after today, if you knew that there was no tomorrow for you, what would you do? When asked that question in times past, most people, the first thing they would do, and this is not going as far as to call it a bucket list, but the first thing that they would do, from what I heard in surveys in times past, they would go back to all the people who they offended, all the people who they hurt, and they would make amends. They would set something straight, they would get their affairs in order. Now, that's just one example of what someone may do if they discovered that today was their final day on the earth. I know some folks may go and jump out of a plane, some folks may drive around the country. You wouldn't get to the end of it because you only have today. So using that time wisely is obviously of much more importance than ever. My challenge to you today is ask yourself that question. If today was your last day, that means tomorrow is already a done jail. You will not be here, you will have no further influence, you would not be able to hug anyone, kiss anyone, love anyone, hold hands with anyone, give gifts to anyone, receive gifts from anyone. You would not be able to talk to a friend and have coffee. You would not be able to go back to work, you would not be able to build that business, you would not be able to tell your friend, I love you and I appreciate you. You're my best friend. You would not have the option to do that tomorrow. Today is the only time you have. I challenge you. Ask yourself that question. Write it on a sticky pad or on a piece of paper, put it on your mirror, look at the answer. Look at the question and look at the answer. And whatever that answer is, I strongly encourage you to do it today. And then the day after that. Live today like there is no tomorrow. I don't mean go out in the streets and act a fool. That's not what we advocate here today. I'm just talking about being who you need to be. Because tomorrow's not promised. Be thankful. Show gratefulness. Give those flowers now why they can be appreciated and enjoyed. Give those flowers daily. Because you receive so much. Give to others. See, that's where you get lost. That's where we get lost collectively. Because we think we don't have anything. We might have a nine to five job that we don't like, that we don't like or appreciate. It may not pay much. We live in check-to-check. Some would describe themselves as being flat broke. But do you know something? I'm gonna tell you a little secret. It's gonna be hard for you to accept this. I may hear from you guys on my social media platforms, and I'm ready for it. This may be hard to accept. But you're still rich. See, you don't have all you want to have, but you still have so much to give. I'm not talking about money either. I'm not talking about things. You still have so much to give. You haven't lost that. Maybe in a dead-end job. You still have so much to give. Cause if you have anything, if you have life inside of you, if you have a hope and a dream, you have something to give. So I encourage you, ask yourself that question. Give those flowers to the living, why they can appreciate it. Show appreciation and thankfulness and gratitude as much as possible every single day. Tomorrow is not promised. Like the quote says, gratitude turns what we have into enough. Some people have so much less than we do. Some people don't even have a meal every night to eat. We fight over what we're gonna have for dinner at night. Some folks don't even have the option. This is about missed opportunities, fleeting moments, unfulfilled obligations. It's it about being appreciative of what we have while we still have it. This is about what happens when we don't. I lived and carried a burden that I'm releasing today, but I've been carrying it for years. Not telling my best friend that she was my best friend. When your kids, it sounds simple, it even sounds foolish to most adults. Oh, what do you know about friendship? What do you know about love? You got so much learning to do. But I was very impacted by the loss of my best friend. So much so that it's the topic of a podcast in 2021. Decades later. Ayana was my best friend. Ayana never heard me say that. And Ayana never will. Because Ayana is gone. Don't let today pass you by. In expectation that you'll do it tomorrow. That's the procrastinator's credo, but today we're gonna shed that dead weight today. We're gonna shed that procrastinator label, and we're gonna do today. We we thought about putting off for tomorrow. Today we're gonna do it. Guys, I hope you enjoyed our podcast today. Check out our blog version on theycallmeistery.com. It may go into a little bit more detail than our podcast did today, but I hope you enjoy it. We are back on the human responsibility train, all aboard. Tomorrow's not promised, so whatever it is, it needs to be done today. Do it today. Gotta be thank you so much for joining us again on the Call Me Mr. You, the podcast. This is the People's Podcast, and you are the people. This is the all-purpose pod for an all-purpose life. Wherever you are and however you listen to our podcast today, thank you again for making us part of your morning, your day, and your week. Enjoy the music. Have a great week.