Speaker. Sober father. Recovering trophy-chaser. I built White Pines because the movement I needed didn't exist when I needed it most — and I'm not interested in being the only one who got out.
December 28, 2018. I was on my knees in my garage, asking God to either kill me or save me. Four days later, I walked into rehab. Everything since — the law practice, the sobriety, the boys, the book, the app — has been built from that floor.
This isn't a brand. It's a forest I'm planting, one tree at a time, for men who deserve a real shot at a different kind of life.
— Patrick