“Impact Venture Capitalists!”

Morning Team…

If it’s the last thing I do on this Earth, it will be convince and convey to people the importance of story and BEING a Storyteller – as a means to create what you want in this world, from better relationships to a stronger business, to more funding to fight for a meaningful cause.

Look at that picture above. I mean look at it.

People are staring. Engaged. Almost mesmerized, because of the story being told.

(Even those 4 little rug rats, which crowded right upfront)

I handed them my camera, btw, so they could film the speakers themselves. We had plenty of videographers. But young talent is always welcome. One of those little ones might be the next Spielberg. 🙂

From the Boise event, here’s a look:

Once my tech team is complete with the back-end infrastructure, all these videos and speaker talks will be hosted on a central site. There will charity bios. Founder and presenter profiles. As well as member profiles – after all – you, as the Impact Venture Capitalist, are the fuel that make their StoryEngine run.

Your voice and small donation (compounded) are powerful things!

Update:

Here are some partial screenshots of the sites in development, that will better explain the depth of Impact Club. Right now, when launch in a new community, there is just one explanation video and a few emails. And while those pieces have proved effective, they leave unanswered questions.

The New Member sign-up process will fix that.

Take a peek.

And thank you for being a part of this!

(I’ve never given birth, but this project sort of feels like it. Lol. – I’m that proud.)

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF TYPE 1D

The story below is from Tim Murphy, father of that beautiful little girl in the picture and co-founder, Impact Club Edina (launching late 2017). I’m grateful that my businesses have allowed me to meet such incredible people.

Every one of my co-founders, has then led me to meet you all.

And it all started with Story!

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By Tim Murphy

It’s moments like this that remind you…This disease is a bitch!

Yesterday, I was golfing with a friend of mine and he asked me, “How are you doing Murph… Got any fun trips planned?”

In an instant I thought about this trip I have been begging my wife to go on with me as a celebration of my 40th birthday. Very rarely do we get time alone together. Now a day’s… The only time we see each other is just before our heads hit the pillow. I look at her — she looks at me — and we say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Like two ships passing in the night. You know the other is there but, you’re both so focused on navigating the dark and the fog that you pass without a sound.

I have been tracking flights to San Francisco. Man they are cheap. I saw one the other day for $250 per ticket round trip. I don’t fly a ton but, usually take 1–3 trips a year and I have never seen tickets this cheap. Man, I need to jump on these. So, I keep emailing her, let’s go, let’s make this happen, we deserve it, we need some alone time, etc….

“Murph, I love you — you know that. I would love nothing more than to take this trip to San Francisco. I have always dreamed of being there with you, sipping wine, seeing the amazing sights and enjoying a romantic time with the guy I love more than anything.”

BUT!!!!

We don’t have anyone willing to take care of Shanley for more than 2 nights. Everyone is nervous about taking on the responsibility of changing her “Set”. What if I don’t get it right. What if the insulin isn’t getting in her body. What if the pump doesn’t work. What if Shanley gets scared to let me poke her with the needle. What if I don’t put enough insulin in the vile. What if I am just scared shitless that I will do something wrong and Shay will end up back in the hospital. What if…

Frustration sets in. Not because others around us are not willing to take on this huge responsibility, not because I need to go to San Francisco and sure as hell not because I want to leave my little girl.

Frustration set in, my leg starts to bounce off the floor… I can’t sit still, my mind starts racing looking for solutions, the fighter in me comes out and says, “This disease isn’t going to get the best of us. We can’t let it tell us what to do!!”

All of these emotions are racing through me — because I feel like the disease is winning. It’s controlling our lives telling us what we can and cannot do. Holding us back from doing and making anything possible. My wife and I are being held hostage by it.It’s at that very moment it dawns on me………… I say to myself, “Murph, you are not the one who has to live with this for the rest of your life. Shay, she will have this same conversation every single day of her life. You, one day will not have these restriction, these bars around you.”

I wish I could put into words what moments like this really feel like. The only picture I can paint is one of a car sitting in a junk yard. It’s just a little Volkswagen beetle, only a few years old. Maybe 5. It’s red and shinny and it almost looks like there is a smile on its front bumper. In an instant a HUGE 50,000 pound metal plate comes down from the sky like a rock and SMASHES!!! the little car.

After I told my buddy this story on the golf course he looked at me and said, “I don’t know what to say…” with a look on his face of helplessness. I could sense his genuine response. He didn’t want to say a word that would belittle the moment and what my family is going through. While at the same time he wanted to say something inspiring and uplifting. The question in his mind had to be, “What?”

As I walked in the house from an awesome day of golf; all my girls were chilling out on the couch. It was getting late and Shay needed to get a new “Set.” A “Set” is what we call the changing of her insulin tube which distributes insulin from her pump into her body. There is a very fine needle at the end of what looks like a circular band-aid. Every two days we need to change this “Set” and stick this needle into her butt. Changing locations from one cheek to the next. Every two days for the past 3 years and every 2 days for the rest of her life.

In this moment as my wife and I are kneeling at Shay’s side. Shay looks up into my eyes and says, “Dad, I don’t think I am ever going to have kids.” My heart sank, my eyes started to water, my body felt hot… “Why my love?” I asked. “Because I don’t want my baby to have Type 1 Diabetes like me. I don’t want her to get poked every night, have to change “Sets” and not be like all the other kids.”

TeamSugarShay.com – [You can see Tim and Family worked hard to raise $13,805.

I’m proud of him. But it took weeks of work.

Together, Impact Club, we can do that in a single night – in 1 hour.]

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Within minutes, Tim “Spartan” Murphy – as I call him – had people coming out of the wordwork, other Type 1D fighters, to help and assist and be a resource to lean on, whatever was needed:

Jaime Rollins Ervasti:

Tears right away this morning!! I feel for you guys. It’s definitely a rough road to navigate. The Ervastis and Murphy’s have to hang out more so Shay can get to know us. I would have no worries about managing her “sets” and needles. Seriously. Time away for you and Sarah is so important. Type 1 diabetes can take a hike!!!

Brian Fisher:

Brian Fisher Murph, Jaime’s post just spurred an idea. I know your post is something much, much bigger than just taking a trip, but this is something to think about. If you have any friends that would be willing to take the plunge. Megan and I would be happy, no love, to be a resource for whoever takes them while you are on a trip. If they had any worries, concerns, needed help, we could be that resource while you and your honey have some time together. Food for thought.

Becky Turnbull:

You are incredible parents … and Tim, God sure gave you an amazing wife. I also know the importance of having husband and wife time and what that means for a marriage… I know you’re post was not to get sympathy for you but please know that it hurts my heart thinking how easy it is for some of us to fly away and leave our kids with grandparents and family and friends and then to read your post… How difficult it is for others , like you + sarah. Thanks for bringing a light to the darkness of your journey. Hugs to all of you…and extra ones for that sunshine of a soul, Shay!

My Point:

THIS WORLD NEEDS MORE STORYTELLERS. IMPACT CLUB WILL DELIVER THEM!

Keep up the fight.

UPCOMING IMPACT CLUB EVENTS

June 27th – Impact Club Union City (CA)

June 29th – Impact Club Yuma (AZ – 2nd Event)

July 11th – Impact Club Cookeville (TN)

July 12th – Impact Club Northern (VA -3rd Event)

July 17th – Impact Club Milwaukie (OR)

July 27th – Impact Club Temecula (CA – 3rd Event)

Aug 22nd – Impact Club Frederick (MD – 3rd Event)

KEEP INSPIRING OTHERS!

By the end of 2017, we will have raised millions to fund local charities.

-Ryan Fletcher

Co-Founder, Impact Club – forever Grateful.

PS: Encourage everyone you know to learn the Language of Story. If they do, life, business, fundraising, relationships, the attraction of opportunity, clients, money, love, etc. will be much easier for them.