To anyone in a leadership role: The (entire) team around you supports you, elevates you, and is as accountable for your successes as you are. Treat your team well!
Asked Jayson Tatum about the role Nick Sang has played in his recovery:
“He’s had the biggest role. For the last 10 months, I haven't went 48 hours without seeing Nick. He was there, obviously, when I got injured. He's been with me every step of the way. I'm very fortunate to have someone that is as selfless and dedicated as he is. Obviously, one of my best friends. That's a bonus – somebody that I know cares about me as a person and is invested as much as anyone you know.
I've seen Nick work countless hours to research and call specialists and dot every I, cross every T, to make sure we were doing the right things and make sure we didn't skip any steps. Held me accountable every single day, pushed me when you know I didn't necessarily want to be there, or when I doubted myself. Can never say thank you enough to him. He's been with me every single day since I got injured. He’s a big reason why I was able to recover as fast as I did and make it to this point. It was on him. I can't say enough good things about him, and I can't thank him enough.”
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Bought a jacket at Goodwill last Saturday. Ten bucks. Leather. Looked barely worn. Figured it was a steal.
Got home and checked the pockets before washing it. You know, making sure there's nothing in there. Found a folded piece of paper in the inside pocket.
It was a letter. Handwritten. Started with "To whoever finds this." I sat down on my couch and read the whole thing.
It was from a guy named Tom. The letter said he was donating all his clothes because he was moving into a care facility. Alzheimer's. Early onset. He was only 54. The letter talked about how this jacket was his favorite. How he wore it on his first date with his wife. How he wore it the day his daughter was born. How he wore it to his dad's funeral.
At the end, he wrote: "If you're reading this, you're wearing my memories now. Take care of them. Live a good life in this jacket. Make it mean something again. -Tom, March 2024"
I just sat there holding this letter from a stranger who gave me his memories because he knew he was going to forget them.
The letter had his wife's name. Linda. And a phone number. "In case someone wants to know the stories."
I debated for two days whether to call. Felt weird. Intrusive. But something told me I should.
I called. A woman answered.
"Hi, is this Linda?"
"Yes, who's this?"
"You don't know me. But I bought a leather jacket from Goodwill last week. Your husband Tom left a letter in the pocket."
Silence. Then I heard her crying.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you"
"No. No, you don't understand. Tom passed away three weeks ago. I donated his clothes last month. I didn't know he left letters. He left you a letter?"
I read it to her over the phone. Every word. When I finished, she was quiet for a long time.
"That's so Tom. Even at the end, even knowing what was coming, he was still thinking about other people. Still trying to make someone smile."
She asked if she could see the jacket. I drove to her house that afternoon. Brought the jacket and the letter.
She held it. Smelled it. Started telling me the stories. The first date. The day at the hospital. The funeral. All of it. We sat in her living room for three hours while she told me about a man I never met.
Before I left, she hugged me. "Thank you for calling. Tom would've loved knowing someone cared enough to find out the stories. Wear it. Live in it. Make new memories. That's what he wanted."
I'm wearing the jacket right now. It fits perfectly. And every time I put it on, I think about Tom. About Linda. About how a ten-dollar Goodwill jacket became the most meaningful thing I own.
Because last month, a man dying of Alzheimer's decided his memories deserved to find someone who'd care. 🤍
Supermoon Timelapse: The super "Cold Moon" rises behind the Nubble Lighthouse, and it actually did look larger than usual, partly because I was slightly further away than other moonrises here (2.3 miles), and it being a supermoon. Usually I don't notice a size difference.
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December 5, 2025
York Beach, Maine
The most important piece of career advice: Be the person who can figure it out. You’ll be given tasks you have no idea how to complete. There's nothing more valuable than someone who can just figure it out. Do some work, ask key questions, get it done. People will fight over you.
Some people will say, “I shouldn’t have to do that. It’s not my job.” That’s fine, just know that someone else will. And having managed 100s of people across decades, it’s hard not to favor the ones making it easier on you. Do with that info what you will.
Major career cheat code: Being the person who makes your boss's job easier. Anticipate their needs. Solve problems before they become crises. Communicate in their style. Excellence isn't just doing your job well. It's making everyone around you more effective.
An x-ray of a patient with hyperdontia (the condition of having more teeth than average).
In a rare and extraordinary dental case from Brazil, an 11-year-old girl was found to have 81 teeth.
apple just dropped the first-ever *haptic* movie trailer and it's WILD
you can literally feel the F1 engines rumble 🤯
try it on iPhone: https://t.co/CcHN3CPa11
I got engaged this past weekend.
We're going to get married and then hopefully start a family.
That might be enough of a post for most people
But since I've been public with my dating life, I want to reflect on this for a moment
A year ago, the thought of getting married wasn't even on my radar. And yet now I'm in love.
So I'll tell you what I did. And I'll tell you how I changed my mental models on dating, why I love this woman, and what comes next.
First, my life was pretty good
Or at least it felt incredibly full.
I built businesses and made some good investments. I lived in NYC, moved to Austin, and just generally loved the thrill of dating and hosting events.
My freedom is what I valued the most. I could fly anywhere in the world on a whim
I could pack a bag and go to Japan just for fun, and then leave the moment I got bored.
Being single felt like absolute freedom. I loved it.
But about a year ago, something changed.
I did the Tokyo blind date thing.
Then my sister had a baby.
And all my best friends started having kids.
I looked around at my life and things just felt a bit more flat.
The dating experiences that used to thrill me were starting to feel empty.
I was getting older, too, and I started to feel like my time was running out.
I realized that I wanted more.
I wanted to share my life with someone, and I wanted to start a family.
So I got strategic about it. Which I know is super nerdy and doesn't feel romantic, but I had to change something major with my lens on dating
I read books on relationships, I interviewed friends in happy marriages, and I thought a lot about what my non-negotiables were.
I created a framework: big stuff versus small stuff.
Small stuff was what I'd always focused on. Looks, style, wit. These are the things for me that create instant attraction.
Big stuff was the foundation. Values, wanting kids, where they want to live, how they treat people, and what a successful partnership means to them.
For too long, I'd screened for the small stuff first.
Attractive? Check
Fun? Check.
Good enough!
But finding a life partner meant flipping the order.
I thought I knew what I wanted, but my intuition about what would lead to long-term happiness was often dead wrong.
I had to look at the big stuff first and be willing to walk away if it didn't align, no matter how gorgeous or charming they were.
So I started being direct on dates and telling people that I was interested in a serious relationship.
Then came the hard part: showing up.
One Tuesday evening, dead tired from work, my friend Katelyn invited me to Barton Springs Pool. Every bone in my body wanted to stay home and keep working.
But I went anyway.
Lauren was up on the hill reading a book. She looked supermodel beautiful and was exactly my type.
The book caught my attention. She was reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande, which is not exactly a fun poolside read.
I walked over to chat her up.
Small stuff got me there, but the big stuff kept me talking.
She had a rare confidence and a quick wit. When she talked about her family, there was a warmth I didn't know I'd been looking for.
Three hours into our first date, I asked her if we should get married.
But that was too bold. She laughed it off and said she'd think about it.
That was ten months ago. We've spent nearly every day together since and moved in together earlier this year.
Now she's become my best friend.
When I get too intense, she grounds me. When I miss details, she catches them all.
She pushes me to grow in ways I'd never push myself.
Lauren has a rare gift of social grace. She can talk to anyone about anything. Venture capital one minute and cowboy boots the next.
The first time I joined her family for Rosh Hashanah they welcomed me with open arms. They roasted me, teased me about my affinity for name tags, and brought me into their world.
Seeing how close they all are - how Lauren talks to them daily, how proud she is of her brothers and cousins and dad - I thought, "I want this. I like this."
Last weekend was her birthday. We went out to California to talk about our future. About kids and about what building a life together really means.
I asked her again if she'd marry me, and this time she said yes.
It feels big. It feels right. And I'm super happy for what comes next.
Landowner David Hampton planted larch pines in a douglas fir forest in Oregon in the shape of a giant, 300 feet smiley face 🙂
Every autumn the larch pines turn orange and the smiley face stands out.
#AutumnEquinox