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account. He’s only going to care about how many of His creatures you helped. We live by money. It’s the blood of society. The greed of life. The root of all evil. It’s what makes the world go round today. Too many people believe that the more money you have, the more power and respect you have. Just watch the show
Shark Tank
to see how billionaires treat average people with contempt. I hate the message that show conveys: that power is what we should strive for, and that money is what defines us. We’re better than that. I really want to believe that we aren’t selfish, pretentious assholes. And I’ll admit that some wealthy people make the world better. Steve Jobs and Bill Gates have changed all of our lives. It’s undeniable. They’ve enabled us to do things we hadn’t dreamed of, like narrating this book into an iPhone.
Being told that my work helps people is the fuel that keeps me going in my career as a paranormal investigator. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone, and skeptics don’t call me out anymore. I think they gave up on me when they realized that I was actually doing some good. Life is not a video game where you aim for the highest score you can get before you die.
LIFE IS ABOUT HELPING OTHERS
GET THROUGH THE GAME.
7
I T A IN’T C HEMO
Coming face-to-face with an uncaring killer.
There are many different kinds of death. I deal with the spirits of people who have long since departed this world, and I’m very comfortable in this field. But when you encounter people whose time to depart is near and there’s nothing anyone can do about it...that’s a whole different ballgame.
I have a friend named Kevin Hoyt who runs It Ain’t Chemo, a nonprofit organization that provides comfort to patients who are undergoing chemotherapy, radiation therapy, or other cancer treatment. It’s similar to the Make-A-Wish Foundation but has no paid employees—everything is done by volunteers. Kevin called me once to ask if I would visit a dying teen who was a fan of
Ghost Adventures.
Of course I agreed.
I met Kevin at the family’s home. The boy was in a hospital bed in the middle of the living room, and the cancer was so advanced that he couldn’t move or speak. It doesn’t take an expert to see when a person has very little time left on this Earth, and it startled me. I’d never been done anything like this before, so I’ll admit that I was uncomfortable and didn’t quite know what to do with myself. I wanted to be there to put some form of joy into this kid’s life, but deep down it was hard for me, because as an empath I could feel his pain. On the outside I was trying to smile and be positive, but it was tough to see a child who should have had his whole life ahead of him losing it.
I felt for the family, too. Every bit of their son’s life—every birthday, every school field trip, every bike ride, every friend who came over to play—all those moments they stood by their little boy were in the past, and now they had to watch him wither and die. It was gut-wrenching. I had to stay strong and be there to help make these last memories mean something to this family that had been through so much.
I brought a flashlight that I’d used on the show and autographed it for the boy. He couldn’t move, so I had to open his fingers and place it in his hand. It would be one of the last times he ever found the strength to smile. The family got emotional, and so did I, even though I didn’t know him. But that’s the thing: You don’t have to know someone for years to give a shit about him being in pain. That’s just part of being human, isn’t it?
I was sad to learn that the boy passed away a few days later. I’d never seen a vibrant young life dragged down by the dogs of disease up close like that. It really taught me to appreciate everything around me. The sun hitting your face, a lungful of fresh air, the ability to walk pain-free, sharing life with your family and friends…these are things
Shark Tank
to see how billionaires treat average people with contempt. I hate the message that show conveys: that power is what we should strive for, and that money is what defines us. We’re better than that. I really want to believe that we aren’t selfish, pretentious assholes. And I’ll admit that some wealthy people make the world better. Steve Jobs and Bill Gates have changed all of our lives. It’s undeniable. They’ve enabled us to do things we hadn’t dreamed of, like narrating this book into an iPhone.
Being told that my work helps people is the fuel that keeps me going in my career as a paranormal investigator. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone, and skeptics don’t call me out anymore. I think they gave up on me when they realized that I was actually doing some good. Life is not a video game where you aim for the highest score you can get before you die.
LIFE IS ABOUT HELPING OTHERS
GET THROUGH THE GAME.
7
I T A IN’T C HEMO
Coming face-to-face with an uncaring killer.
There are many different kinds of death. I deal with the spirits of people who have long since departed this world, and I’m very comfortable in this field. But when you encounter people whose time to depart is near and there’s nothing anyone can do about it...that’s a whole different ballgame.
I have a friend named Kevin Hoyt who runs It Ain’t Chemo, a nonprofit organization that provides comfort to patients who are undergoing chemotherapy, radiation therapy, or other cancer treatment. It’s similar to the Make-A-Wish Foundation but has no paid employees—everything is done by volunteers. Kevin called me once to ask if I would visit a dying teen who was a fan of
Ghost Adventures.
Of course I agreed.
I met Kevin at the family’s home. The boy was in a hospital bed in the middle of the living room, and the cancer was so advanced that he couldn’t move or speak. It doesn’t take an expert to see when a person has very little time left on this Earth, and it startled me. I’d never been done anything like this before, so I’ll admit that I was uncomfortable and didn’t quite know what to do with myself. I wanted to be there to put some form of joy into this kid’s life, but deep down it was hard for me, because as an empath I could feel his pain. On the outside I was trying to smile and be positive, but it was tough to see a child who should have had his whole life ahead of him losing it.
I felt for the family, too. Every bit of their son’s life—every birthday, every school field trip, every bike ride, every friend who came over to play—all those moments they stood by their little boy were in the past, and now they had to watch him wither and die. It was gut-wrenching. I had to stay strong and be there to help make these last memories mean something to this family that had been through so much.
I brought a flashlight that I’d used on the show and autographed it for the boy. He couldn’t move, so I had to open his fingers and place it in his hand. It would be one of the last times he ever found the strength to smile. The family got emotional, and so did I, even though I didn’t know him. But that’s the thing: You don’t have to know someone for years to give a shit about him being in pain. That’s just part of being human, isn’t it?
I was sad to learn that the boy passed away a few days later. I’d never seen a vibrant young life dragged down by the dogs of disease up close like that. It really taught me to appreciate everything around me. The sun hitting your face, a lungful of fresh air, the ability to walk pain-free, sharing life with your family and friends…these are things
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