The Story
Walked across that stage with my cane and received my bachelor's degree from American Military University. Six years of work, through active duty, injury, and everything in between. That moment belonged to me.
A family vacation that year cracked something open. Everyone around me — older, wiser — was carrying their own pain. Knees. Backs. Hearts. That's just life. I had lost my sense of youthful invincibility early. But I realized: pain doesn't have to be the story. You learn to move through it. Now it's just noise I know how to ignore.
Landed my first IT consulting role. Started audio engineering school. Then, at the end of the year, I got my life insurance license.
The why behind that license isn't complicated.
I watched the VA bury a World War II veteran — my wife's great uncle Bob — under a month of bureaucratic red tape. Out-of-pocket costs. Delays. A family left to figure it out alone during the worst week of their lives.
My own father still believes the VA will handle everything when he's gone. He's not alone in that belief. Most veterans are.
I became a life insurance agent because I've lived the gap between what people assume will be covered and what actually happens. I don't sell policies. I close the gap before it opens.
Clay is writing Unlearn to Heal — a book integrating Scripture, peer-reviewed science, and practical protocols for chronic injury recovery. Every protocol on this site is a chapter in that book.
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