1. Name: John Isaac Johnson
2. Major: Systems Security
3. Work: Entrepreneur/investor
- Mushroom Forager
5. Favorite Books:
- The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
- Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki
- How an Economy Grows and Why It Crashes by Peter & Andrew Schiff
- CEO and owner of Johnson MG Farms
- Financial educator and consultant
- Motivational speaker
- Language Arts tutor
Digital Media Activities
Activity 1 - Digital Media Ethics
Digital Media Projects
I just wanna see people be successful. If I can go up against all odds you can too - it just comes down to your thoughts, determination, and mentality.
Growing up, my mother had a disease that no human being deserves - absolutely no one. This sickness is known as Multiple Sclerosis, or MS for short - basically, for those who don't know, imagine waking up one day to get out of bed and fall to the ground - quickly realizing you can barely move your legs only go to to the doctor to find out you not only have MS, but the doctor deems it to be "progressive", meaning it will get worse overtime. Imagine the fear, the anxiety, the constricting heart rate, that throughout the next 15 years of your life you will lose your ability to walk, have a constant feeling of being a burden to others, your ability to talk, your ability to pick up cookies and eat them, your ability to see - everything you take for granted on a daily basis. Not only that but the massive damage to your bank account - having to pay for consistent doctor visits, having a nurse come visit you and take care of you everyday, examinations, and tests. Your bank account is dry. Now, take this situation - you have 4 kids, and a spouse who is working his ass off every single day just to barely keep a float. Having to use credit cards to pay off everything, and using even more credit cards to pay off those credit card debts: a massive debt trap.
Basically, that was my childhood, I was one of the four kids. I was the youngest and too naive to understand what was going on around me - on just how dire the situation is. In a way, I am fortunate that I was young - because I didn't understand what was going on around me. I thought my childhood was normal, to wake up, feed my mom cereal, watch my dad change her diaper, my sisters having to bathe her, my brother picking her up from her chair to wheelchair. This was normal to me. That was my life that I knew, and Jesus Christ it was a broken home. My older brother running away from home, hearing one of my sisters cry in the room next to me - having to watch her once healthy and caring mother slowly and painfully dissolve away, and seeing the grim look on my father's exhausted body on a day to day basis. Smiles were rare.
On February 20th, 2009, my mother passed away. I was nine years old - and dear god the two days leading up to her death will forever be stained in my memory - just like on how the events of 9/11 is stained into older people. I remember the fainting smell, the yelling, the crying, the intensity, and finally the rebirth. On February 18th, 2009, around 9 PM at night, I hear intense yelling in the other room - "DONNA, CAN YOU HEAR ME? DO I NEED TO CALL AN AMBULANCE?" And I remember specifically an unsettling feeling in my stomach, I didn't know what was going on. Moments later an ambulance and firetruck lit up our front yard, I ran upstairs out of fright and watched two men with jet-black shirts rush in and take my mom away. The family suddenly scrambled, I was thrown into a car with my sister, Joy. I have never seen anyone so hysterical before in front of my own two eyes - and she bolted the car straight to the hospital. It was just me and my sister in her car, everyone else went in a different car, the entire car ride was dead silent. I simply didn't know what to say.
We were at the hospital for what felt like hours. While waiting my father said she is going under a CAT scan right now, which confused me because I thought it had something to do with cats. It was that day when my father taught me what a CAT scan is - it is basically a brain scan to figure out what was happening with her. I later fell asleep looking at magazine pictures. The next day at home, my father brought me in his room privately and told me that mom was going to be submitted to a hospice. I actually knew what that was, and my body went cold, emotionless, lifeless. I remember so many thoughts flowing through my mind - I can't even point out a specific one. It was at this moment, the family came together. Grandparents flew in immediately from Kansas, my brother came back home when he learned the news, Gigi - a very important friend with my mom - all of them came in, and we went to visit my mom at the hospice.
At the hospice we learned that my mom lost her ability to talk, see, and move. Nothing could've prepared my other sister, Faith, for this. She broke down in massive trembles and tears while my grandmother tried to console her. While we were in the room, we learned that she can still hear us - it was then we said our final goodbyes, how much we loved her, how she was the most caring mom a daughter or son can ever have, on how God will be with her soon with his infinite love, on how we will see her soon. Christ almighty there was not a single dry eye in the room.
Later that night, back at home at 2 AM, my father came into my room and woke me up and he simply said "it happened". The family gathered, and took multiple cars back to the hospice. In the hospice we saw mom for one last time. She looked like a pale angel... As if every scar, pimple, and birthmark disappeared. Her face was so clear, smooth, and pale. We gathered around her body, and that is when rebirth happened. Through all the pain, suffering, and misery we were able to discuss all the good times we had. Joy said that she feels the angels in the room, taking away all the pain - my dad was proud and happy she felt. When the discussing was over, we each stood up and kissed my mother's forehead, and walked out of the room. Faith broke down even harder, I remember her tomato red face, her pouring tears, the shaking muscles - it was an insane emotional overload. I was in Faith's car on the way back home and I cheered her up by being blindly optimistic. Something about a 9 year old kid saying "everything will be okay" made her so relieved and happy.
Fast forward 2 years, my siblings and I knew better than everyone else that your life can be ruined at any moment, that life is finite. My brother, who was a drug addict before my mom's death, he traveled to and looked at stone mountain and said: "I'm going to climb that". Granted he did pass out halfway due to his wrecked health - that didn't stop him. He climbed everyday making himself a better person each day, he quit the cigarettes and alcohol, he then started an online business. Fast forward 7 years he now owns Las Vegas's first ever "bud and breakfast" hotel, a cow farm in texas, and one of the major lobbyist for CBD legalization in Georgia. He spent day and night calling courthouses telling them his powerful story about mom, telling them on how CBD or even THC could've helped her relieve massive amounts of pain and suffering... He achieved this goal of CBD legalization in Georgia on February 2015 - on the six-year anniversary of mother's passing.
I learned these lessons from my brother, I started my own business, invested 10% of the money I made into another passive income business, took another 10% of money made from that into having my money work for me through investing, I continuously and aggressively reinvested 10% of all money earned into making more money. I can now sit down and say "I'm comfortable". It is a shame that it took a tragedy for a massive mentality change in my family to take place, but at the end of the day, it was for the best. We went from a losing mentality to a winning mentality.
My brother and I now like to spend our time educating others, helping others go through that mentality change, to help other people to be successful and happy. Anyone can be successful, all it takes is a lot of courage and just a hint of genius.
What I do in my free-time
I love to go mushroom foraging! Especially with friends. It is nice to go out and get fresh air and observe nature around you. I occasionally hold mycology courses for beginner and novice mycologists to come to and learn.
Here is an Amanita muscaria var. formosa! I found this in Milledgeville, GA. It is a poisonous mushroom if eaten raw. You may have seen this mushroom in the video game "Mario" or in the book/ movie "Alice in Wonderland"!
I also love growing many things from my farm, like Red Garnet Amaranth or Speckled Pea Shoots - a super beautiful garnish - and selling it to restaurants, farmers' markets, chefs, and stores.