Mike Lindell renounced crack and devoted his life to God fourteen years ago.
Since then, there have been ups and downs, some of which have been rather public. However, as the CEO of his own firm, MyPillow, he has survived storms that would have brought down the majority of us.
And on the fourteenth anniversary of his sobriety, Lindell is praising God.
Monday morning, Lindell tweeted the definitive before-and-after photo comparison of himself. First, Lindell at his lowest point: hair unruly, eyes red, and face emaciated.
The current Lindell, who is cheerful, healthy, and smiling.
“14-years ago on January 16, 2009 Jesus set me free of crack cocaine and other addictions forever! With God all things are possible!” Lindell wrote in the tweet, including a link to his drug recovery charity — part of his life’s mission to help others achieve sobriety.
14-years ago on January 16, 2009 Jesus set me free of crack cocaine and other addictions forever!
With God all things are possible! If you or someone you know needs help send them to https://t.co/BZzN0h41OZ….It's free and online! pic.twitter.com/CYxIJrybIz
— Mike Lindell (@realMikeLindell) January 16, 2023
In a 2018 article for the Washington Post, the founder of MyPillow’s intriguing, if harrowing, past was revealed.
“It was March 2008, and the Minneapolis-area entrepreneur’s life was in free fall,” the story read.
“Marriage broken. House lost. Business — a company he started four years earlier called MyPillow — struggling. Two weeks into this particular hot-wired bender, Lindell went to his usual drug dealers for a fix. But the guys had already put word out on the street: No one sell to Lindell until he sleeps.”
“They refused to sell to me again. One of them tried babysitting me until I fell asleep,” Lindell said.
More on this story via The Western Journal:
“Instead, he sneaked outside to score elsewhere,” the Post reported. “But no one wanted his business. Lindell waved around a $100 bill for $5 worth of crack. Nothing. He tried to hide his distinct mustache behind his hand. No luck.”
Thus, he returned to the dealer who was “babysitting” him, unable to find any drugs. CONTINUE READING…