My life’s been a journey of many roads. From turning wrenches as a Diesel Mechanic to steering big rigs across the country, each mile and job taught me more than I could’ve learned in any classroom. I spent years with my hands greasy in the ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s, and behind the wheel, I got to know the highways that crisscross our nation, delivering the new promo’s and show cars of Detroits finest autos, to the premier auto shows across America. But here’s the thing – it’s the people you meet, not the miles you drive, that make the trip memorable. And that’s what sparked the spirit of Eagle Support Services.

In the ’1980s, while driving the Sunday school bus for our local church, I realized something big – helping folks is what fires me up. Seeing folks smile, that’s my kind of pay. There are too many good people, especially the elders in our communities, who’ve got more worries than comforts in their golden years. And that didn’t sit right with me. Eagle Support Ministry, nestled in the heart of North Central West Virginia where folks wave hello just because, isn’t just a business. It’s a promise – a promise to lift up those who need a hand. I’ve got a roof over my head, a truck that gets me from A to B, and a wife who’s been my rock for 53 years. I’m doing alright. But there are neighbors out there who aren’t, and that’s where Eagle Support Services steps in. We’re here to patch up more than leaky roofs; we’re here to mend the notion that nobody cares. Half of every dollar we make goes straight to helping those who’ve spent a lifetime helping others.

At 75, the construction belt is hung up for good, but the work’s far from over. With Eagle Support Services, I’m still turning gears and driving forward, just in a different way. We’re in it for the long haul, helping one person at a time, with tools that do more than make money – they make a difference.