Hey everyone— They call me The Game Changer. I’m the founder and CEO of Mindful Hustlers, but more than that—I’m proof that God can turn pain into purpose, a hustler into a healer, and the broken into the bold. My story didn’t start in a boardroom. It started in the trenches. In the cold streets of Edmonton, Alberta, hustling since I was a kid—shoveling snow for five bucks, mowing lawns for ten, flipping rare trading cards at Warp 1 just to get by. Me and my day-one? We were knee-deep in swampy goose-poop ponds at Mill Woods Golf Course, fishing out golf balls to resell. Yeah, we did what we had to do. From babysitting for $50 a weekend to collecting bottles just to eat—we knew the grind before we even knew what bills were. But the real storm wasn’t outside—it was inside the walls I called home. I was adopted into a strict, abusive household—where love was conditional and pain was constant. We had nights without heat or light. I wore hand-me-downs like armor. And while my adopted mom preached Christianity, her actions spoke a whole different gospel. The prayers were loud, but the home was broken. Financial chaos. Emotional manipulation. Welfare scams. Jail time. That’s the soil I grew from. I was the youngest of six in a home with no father figure. And while people thought I had it good, I was being molded—not into a man—but into a shield for a broken system. She saw me as a paycheck, not a son. And in the confusion, I lost myself. I was forced to grow up before I ever got the chance to just be a kid. And then… I snapped. One day, I defended myself after years of abuse, and they threw me out at fifteen. Homeless. Angry. Alone. That moment? It lit a fire I couldn't put out. A new version of me was born—a darker one. A version who didn’t care if he burned with the world. I dove headfirst into the street life. Drugs. Robberies. Guns. Kidnapping. Addictions. Women. Pain. I became a villain in my own story. I thought God had turned His back on me, so I returned the favor. I blamed myself for everything. I wore guilt like a chain. The devil whispered constantly that I was too far gone—and I believed it. But deep down, I still knew this wasn’t how my story was supposed to end. Seven years in prison gave me more than time. It gave me transformation. In that 23-hour lockdown, God met me. When the world shut me out, He walked in. Through the bars, through the concrete, through the pain—I found purpose. Christian brothers came into my cell, shared the Word, broke down the lies, and spoke life into me. That’s when I knew: I wasn't cursed. I was chosen. I got my diploma behind bars. Learned a trade. Picked up skills. Rewired my mind. But the biggest revelation? I was never meant to just work for someone else. I was meant to build. To lead. To start a revolution of healed hustlers and spiritual soldiers. I created Mindful Hustlers for people like me—those who’ve been counted out, told they’d never make it, and still rose. This is more than a brand. It’s a movement. A safe haven for warriors of all walks—where faith, freedom, and financial elevation meet. Where street smarts collide with spiritual wisdom. We’re breaking mental slavery. Challenging false narratives. Exploring truth—from conspiracies to Christ, from money to manhood, from the system to spirituality. We’re bringing religious rap, raw testimonies, real conversations, and a whole new frequency. This is your community if: You’ve been through the fire and still came out swinging. You question the world but still believe in something greater. You want to talk God, growth, trauma, legacy, books, business, health, conspiracies, and truth—all under one roof. I don't have all the answers—but I'm not afraid to ask the real questions. Let's build something that outlives us. A legacy. A movement. A kingdom. Mindful Hustlers is a place where men and women can gather in truth—no matter your past, your race, your religion. We are not here to divide. We are here to elevate. To bring heaven to earth, one story at a time. One healed heart at a time. I’ve been shot at, locked down, frozen in the dark—but God always found a way. He protected me, guided me, forgave me when I couldn’t even forgive myself. And now I’m here. With my children. With a new mission. With fire in my soul.