Becoming FFYO has never been a single step, but a lifelong unfolding I didn’t even realize I was walking. Honey and my fellow misfits have always been there—radiant, supportive, bound together with me in an unshakable community.
 

Then the Rangers appeared—
like a surprise on the horizon I never expected to see.
 

From the very first moment, they accepted me exactly as I was—and at the same time, they called me toward my highest self. They embodied strength and resolution, yet carried empathy in endless measure. With nudges, pivots, stories, analogies—even sock puppets—they met me where I stood, and then gently stretched me toward who I could become.
 

They gave me expansion packs to my skillset: a supercharged capacity for care, kindness, grace, listening, and deep connection. And when all that they poured into me came back out in full FFYO flair, they never judged, never diminished.
 

They built on the positive. They revealed the next doorway. They guided me toward growth—with love, with laughter, with endless patience. At the heart of it all, I came to see that every Ranger—regardless of their role in life—was a teacher, a guide, and a mentor.
 

The Rangers even gave me the cherry on top—that little extra spark—and then taught me how to share it. That, more than anything, has been the most fulfilling gift I’ve ever been given.
 

Because of them, I am able to share their awesomeness with others—helping people discover their own core resolution through the blend of Ranger wisdom and my own FFYO flair. I can offer it with genuine authenticity, and people sense it. They hear both the unconventional and the heart in my intent, my actions, and my presence.
 

The Rangers haven’t just helped me become more—
They’ve reminded me that I already am.
 

Becoming FFYO—
not who I was,
not yet who I’ll be.