I began praying again, quitting my job and my vices, and applying for every volunteer humanitarian opportunity I could find. In short, I wanted my sycophantic hedonistic life to look exactly the opposite. What might it look like to serve God, live virtuously and humbly, and use my time, talents and money to help people in need? Eventually I was accepted as a photojournalist aboard a hospital ship off the coast of Liberia, West Africa, through the organization Mercy Ships. I knew it would be a transformative experience, especially for a former nightlife promoter, but there was no way I could have predicted the way it would permanently alter the course of my life.
I spent almost two years on the mission, and it was during this time that I saw what happens when people don’t have access to clean water.
I witnessed parents who were left with no choice but to give their children leech and bacteria-infested water from brown viscous ponds they shared with animals.
I simply couldn’t believe that hundreds of millions of people lacked access to clean water (today, 663M) and a guy like me was out there selling $10 bottles of water to people in clubs who didn’t always even open them. I returned to NYC determined to make my life count. And to spend what was left of it trying to bring clean and safe drinking water to everyone on the planet.