What's Your Parkay Story?
Mine began in fifth grade with an empty Parkay tub and a shaky voice, standing in front of a room full of judgmental ten-year-olds. To get through it, I needed my teacher, Miss Starkey. But she didn’t rescue me, she didn’t fix me, and she didn’t rush me. She simply held space for me to be me.
In that small, ordinary moment, something extraordinary happened. This shy kid with a stutter felt empowered. He felt seen.
That feeling has a name. It’s called advocacy, and it became my life’s work. The people I serve don’t have a money problem; they have an “I’ve been overlooked long enough” problem. And once they feel seen and heard, we move forward together toward a “permission-to-spend” life that is liberating, meaningful, and fun… but mostly fun.