And make no mistake, Scott is living his best life, having joined USHEALTH Advisors in the fall of 2019 and since that time issuing more than $8 million in personal production. He was recently promoted to be a Field Sales Leader and is now leading by example and helping his agents to experience the same success he has enjoyed.
It wasn’t always like this, but like so many who come to USHA looking for a second chance, Scott has been able to embrace the fact that a setback is just a setup for a comeback. Fate is what you create. If you dig deep, find your inner strength and have the right people next to you and around you, there is little you can’t accomplish. Scott says he’s been to hell and back and he’s sharing the ride so others can learn what to do and just as importantly what not to do.
“I feel like I had this picture perfect, straight out of a TV show American life,” says Scott, “until I was about 12 years old and my parents got divorced. And then everything kind of went off the rails from there. My parents always tried their best. They always made things the best they could. But as I got older, I kind of went my own way.”
Unfortunately, Scott’s journey “off the rails” led him down a path headed for failure, the crutch too many turn to mask and ignore the pain of life.
“When I was about 16-years-old I started to take pills,” says Scott. “It was a bunch of different pills. I was getting them prescribed by a doctor. I had friends doing it and I was in the wrong friend groups. I definitely took a completely wrong turn. And then while living in New York, I got hooked on heroin pretty quick. It was just rampant where we were in Long Island and I was literally doing heroin for three, or four years. And then there was an intervention. I walked into my living room one day and there were ten of my best friends sitting there waiting for me, friends I haven’t seen in years.”
“I didn’t hang out with my friends anymore. I was just a complete low life at the time. My friends got me into my first rehab and then I went back and forth to rehab centers in Florida and in New York. My mom would put me on planes back and forth, back and forth. But I never gave up. I knew there was something better inside of me. I knew every time I got sober I wanted to stay sober, but I didn’t know why. I didn’t know why I should stay clean. I thought I can keep this life of drugs going forever and just be a regular person.”
But life was far from regular. Addiction was literally robbing Scott of his teen years, caught in the vicious cycle of abuse that affects many more people than just the addict.
“When I was 16, to around age 21 or 22, I didn’t really have family that wanted me to live with them anymore. I burned my bridges with my mother and my grandparents. I was the worst of the worst. I lived on a houseboat for two years, literally on a boat. I remember having no heat in the winter. I survived two winters in New York and would sleep with my jacket and my boots on and a winter hat.”
“I remember bouncing around for years. I would go from hotel to hotel, from motel to motel. I would sleep on friends’ couches, find a little place to rent. I remember I lived in this apartment once where you could sit on the bed and you could touch all four walls. It was like a closet and I’d rent it for like $400 a month and thank God I didn’t die in there. Despite the drug use somehow I was able to earn money. I always had a job. That was one thing that I was good at. Any place where I worked, I sold. I sold vacation rentals, mortgages, mortgage modifications. I sold. I sold cars. I recommended stocks. I would go from place to place, they’d keep me around for six months, then I’d get fired because there would be days I would just not show up, with no reason.”
Despite the drama and the instability, Scott says he always knew there was a reason, that he had a reason, that he had a purpose and finally, after his sixth stint in rehab, and never giving up on himself, Scott knew he had turned a corner. And around that corner were two people who Scott says changed everything for him.
“By age 22, I kind of hit rock bottom,” says Scott. “And that’s when I came down to Florida and stayed for good. My mom sent me here. I had no money, no license, no job, no car. I sat in a 30-day rehab. My sister saved my life.”