Dr. Holly Latty-Mann

Doc Holly helps thousands and my story is but one. This unforgiving, rugged, wretched road I chose for myself would have become my lifelong journey. If I hadn’t met Holly. I almost missed her.

I wrote my first business plan at 12 and opened my first business at 23. I went to college to get a degree, but ended up getting pregnant instead. Luckily, in the early 80’s, when I was a student, no computers were tracking prerequisites and I slipped into a 400 level marketing course in my third semester. I was done. I "got" it. I knew what I was going to be.

An entrepreneur.

By the age of 26, I owned and operated a super successful company. By 40, I had made many people millionaires and had a thriving PR, Marketing and Speaking business.

I won awards. Acclaim. I earned the respect of others.

Success? Yes.

Accolades? Yes.

Fulfillment? Often.

Purpose? Never.

By the age of 40, the world had taught me to watch my back, and with good reason. I had spent my entire life fighting - it was in my bones. But it was not in my blood. This sanctified blood knew that, some day, I would connect with my true self and my heart would be nourished - that it would, at long last, become one.

If I hadn’t met Holly. I almost missed her.

For years, her PLDP grads and evangelists had espoused her greatness to me. They, very likely, saw a complex flaw they had overcome that could be reconciled by her 5-day course "in miracles," called Leadership Development.

But I was fine. I had accomplished so much. I had even found the love of my life. I reared three amazing children, had all the trimmings, including a monthly take home pay four times what the course cost.

Years past. I fought incessant health, financial, personal, familial, and relational issues with great sadness. I lost hope. Many days I spent sleepwalking through life. Empty. Dissatisfied. Unfulfilled.

During those years, I gained weight, fought severe depression, rarely went out in public, sold off two businesses, lost interest in my clients, and in early 2008, I ended up selling my real estate holdings and stocks to stay afloat. (Thank God I did, in hindsight)

Flash forward. August 2008.

Enter Rebecca: She’s a burned-out, shadow of her old self. A pessimistic, passive, unhealthy, disheartened carcass. Luckily, she had a few good friends looking out for her. Friends who knew what she needed. She needed help. Guidance. Hope. And finally, she succumbed and walked into the outstretched arms of Holly (literally and figuratively).

A new vision of myself came to me during my workshop. It did not fade as many had before. It only grew greater, more powerful, more bewitching. I began a quest to find the most astonishingly brilliant, resplendent, splendidly crafted sword of myself. The needlepoint would be forged and filed by the graceful hands of a third generation silversmith to within an inth of non-existence.

In those five days I found the most powerful weapon of all - myself. I was free. Not by my own strength, but by the fortitude and will that I found within me, through Holly, and the grace of God. The very same will that is within us all.

Thousands upon thousands of moments, experiences, lessons, and the history of my life united with ME in one moment of profound clarity.

My soul has, at long last, connected with my true self - we have become one.