Liars Beware!©
I died today because I lied yesterday,
and the day before,
and the day before that.
It wasn’t a white lie or a big lie or even a black lie.
But a lie is a lie.
So the result is I had to die.
You know when you show up on borrowed time —
time you need for yourself —
but you give it to everyone else.
That’s a lie that can kill you.
You know when you need to be by yourself and work on your health,
but instead you’re doctoring on everyone else.
That’s a lie that can kill you.
When you teach people to rely on you,
the result becomes that’s all they will do —
and you will have nothing left for you.
That’s a lie that can kill you.
All I wanted was to be a better version of myself for everyone else,
but that cost me everything —
even myself.
I died today and it hurt — because there was
No funeral.
No flowers.
No fanfare.
The tears were mine and it was all by my design —
being everything for everyone else
and not enough, and most times nothing, for myself.
How do you break the chain
where you live out loud in vain
to be the change others need
all while you’re in need?
I didn’t get here by myself,
but the test is getting out
without being put to death permanently.
August 12, 2025 ©
I wrote those words last summer looking for a space to be transparent — being honest about the chokehold of becoming what everyone else needed while what I needed went unnoticed and unmet.
I thought those words would give me a proverbial landing strip — a way to come out of a holding pattern.
Instead of idling in life to stay close for others who might need me, I hoped to take flight into a space that would free me from that type of bondage.
I am not saying being available and willing to share yourself, your time, and your resources is wrong, improper, or misgiving.
What I am saying is you need balance.
Without balance, you teeter either hard left or hard right.
And the lesson you think you’re teaching about resilience and love can quietly become a blueprint for others —
one that teaches acceptance of less and the bare minimum instead of what they truly deserve.
Once I heard a powerful sermon titled Coming in on Broken Pieces, and years later another titled Winning with a Bad Hand.
Both were written from the efficacies of holding on to what you have to make it to where you need to go — no matter how bad or how hard life may seem.
They used Acts 27:41–44 as the springboard for these messages.
“… You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
… Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser”
These lyrics belong to “The Gambler,”
written by Don Schiltz in 1976 and sung by Kenny Rogers in 1978.
It is now 2026, and what once seemed like a satirical spin on life through the lens of a gambler now reveals a deeper truth.
There is a powerful symmetry between:
Liars Beware
Acts 27:41–44
and knowing when to hold on — and when to let go.
Healing Over Hustling™ is not about abandoning responsibility — it’s about refusing to die quietly from the lies we tell ourselves in survival mode. It’s about how we use the vicissitudes as the embedded pedagogies that become our operational dna. It is a tethering threshold to learn how to balance deprogramming, and unlearning what has become nuanced struggling satiation. Far too long have I been exhausted from surviving — today I am choosing not to be a Liar any more but to embrace this jump into a new improved and more enlightened identity. Stay with me as I unpack and prayerfully we all can become better at being BETTER through this movement of Healing Over Hustling.
Peace and Blessings,
Love and Light,
Coach A
This may be my story to tell, but it’s our journey to share.
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