Back then, we were both organizing young conservatives, both dreaming about how to win back the culture.
But when I first sat down with Charlie... I knew.
Charlie was the visionary. He had the plan. And I HAD to be part of it.
I jumped in and never looked back. From that moment on, I was there for all of it.
The early conferences and campuses. The road trips. The rallies. The fights.
In those days, our team didn’t have much. But what we had was conviction — and that was more than enough.
Because we believed in something BIG. Something real. Something urgent.
Faith, family, freedom — and the absolute grit to go build something that could save this country.
And Charlie? He did it.
He didn’t just build a brand... He built a machine.
First, Charlie built a movement that changed the hearts and minds of an entire generation — a seismic shift that flipped the narrative that young people belonged to the Left.
Then, he built Turning Point Action to become the grassroots force the Left never saw coming... and beat them at their own game.
And, I hitched my wagon to it from the start.
Charlie and I weren’t just friends...
We were brothers in the fight. We did everything together.