Danny Beckett The III

As some of you probably already know I’m about to be a Dad real soon. September 4th my wife and I will bring Danny Beckett the III into the world to carry on the legacy. I’m so pumped I can’t even sleep at night. I lay there thinking about all the things I want to teach him, show him, and experience with him.

This past January, my wife wrapped up a pregnancy test in a box and gave it to me for my birthday. What? Yup, a pretty little pregnancy test in a box for my birthday. What a surprise that was after coming back from traveling for two weeks. It was a good surprise though!

I quickly opened up the pink box ( I was a bit curious why it was pink) thinking it was a new watch or something cool….and there it was laying all nice in the tissue paper. My first thought was holly shit, am I ready to be a dad? What about? How am I going to? And then I looked up at my wife, smiled/cried, and realized that I was born for this. What could be more exciting than having my own child that I can love, mentor, and watch grow up to do amazing things in the world!

In my mind there is no greater blessing than becoming a father. It’s the best thing that has ever happened to me – besides meeting my wife, she is a rock star. No startup, no company, no exit, no trip, it doesn’t even come close to being a Dad – you Dads out there know exactly what I’m talking about.

This experience has changed my life more ways than one and I can’t wait to meet the little dude.



I am sure you have heard the proverb, “the early bird gets the worm.” What are your feelings on this? Are you an early bird or a late bird? Do you struggle with getting up early and getting things done? My wife sure does. She loves to sleep and I love this about her!

For me, I believe that the early bird does get the worm. Think about it for a second, say two birds are competing to catch the worm, the bird that arrives early will be successful in catching the worm. And the bird that shows up late staggering in, gets nothing.

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When I used to race motorcycles, everyone would call me ironman. At first I had no idea why. Then, I decided I would ask them. I found out that our friends and people at the races nicknamed me this because I would often times crash, fight from the back, and still win the race.

I was never the fastest rider or the most talented rider, but I was the strongest and I worked for it. If you ask anyone they will tell you this. I never gave up and I always believed that I could win. When I was young, my dad trained me to get up as fast as I could, when I would crash. He always told me to never give up and be tough. Like I said before, he was a tough love kind of dad.

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Let’s just say my week started out real bad. Doors were being closed, I was getting angry emails, and I felt frustrated, lost, and angry. Things that I had poured so much time and energy in, weren’t turing out as planned. At first I brushed it off, later it hit me and I broke down.

Why God? What are you doing? These became my questions throughout the week. Even though I was angry, I could also sense him doing something in me. As I prayed and fasted this week, I could see something even more beautiful playing out. I had no idea what it was, I could just feel it.

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