- Sat Apr 25, 2015 11:10 pm #454 When I first walked through the training room doors, I could have cared less about anybody else. It was a dark place I was in. I was resentful and angry, quick to judge, a walking dead. I had lost my zest for life. The only thing that kept me going, was my sons. I was lost. No direction, no passion, no love.

Through the trainings, the chains that were wrapped around my heart, began to break. The ice, which encased it, melted. The cast iron box, had shattered. The playfulness which was hidden, started to emerge. I wanted to live again!

The heart of coal, is now a diamond. I want to make a difference for those I come in contact with. Passion has found me Again.

Had I not done the trainings, I may not be here to write this. In many ways, my life was saved.

Joey Cassiba