Somehow, I’m still standing.
Not because I’m strong.
Not because I figured it out.
But because I didn’t quit — even when I wanted to.
Even when I did quit, I came back.
I’ve burned things down more times than I can count.
Recovery. Faith. My body. My will to live.
Hell, some days I couldn’t even show up for breakfast without a fight.
But grace chased me.
Grit woke up beside me.
And grease? Grease is the sweat, the tears, the elbow work — the grind of getting back up.
This site isn’t for the shiny, polished versions of us.
It’s for the bruised.
The scraped-up.
The ones with duct tape on their dashboard and recovery chips in their pockets.
It’s for people like me:
• People who relapse.
• People who restart.
• People who doubt their worth while still hoping for something better.
Grease, Grit & Grace isn’t just a tagline.
It’s the rhythm of survival.
It’s the gospel according to a man who’s failed forward for far too long to stop now.
So yeah, I’m still here.
Not perfect. Not even close.
But present.
Willing.
Surrendering on a good day. Fighting like hell on the rest.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.
— DeeBo