Abe Newmeyer
The Synthesizer
The promotion. The house. The weight you lost. Did any of it make you greater?
More than 1,500 gratitude lists written over more than a decade. Hundreds are here to read. They began as a way to commune with my Creator and to stave off depression. I never meant to publish them.
Free thirty-minute conversation with me. Or ask AI Abe, which answers from the writings published here and isn’t me live. Five free questions a day.
Be Greater
What happens inside them is shared with the people who join.
Not what you were told to want.
That summer, unemployed, I told a close friend I’d be in the Philippines before the end of the year. He doubted it. I called him from Manila after Thanksgiving.
“I took a prep course, studied at home, and became immersed with the material. I passed the exam on my first attempt.”Setting the Stage, April 10, 2024
The process is most of the journey.
“From no routine to two or so hours of walking, running, reading and meditation to writing my gratitude lists. This routine I’ve kept the longest.”Back On Track, April 15, 2024
Easy to take for granted until it changes.
“Three months ago I couldn’t stand unassisted. Today, I’m able to get up and go for walks and what not without any pain medication.”Living Your Legacy, May 10, 2024
Who this is for
I would rather say so now than waste your time or mine.
For you if
Not for you if
About
My parents died within seven months of each other, and they weren’t the first people I loved to die. I sold the house I grew up in and left Fort Worth. I wrote the first draft of my first book in 72 days in Rio de Janeiro, then came back to the States and spent about a year as a FEMA disaster inspector and then an SBA loan officer. On Thanksgiving Day 2018 I flew to the Philippines on a one-way ticket that was meant to cover five or six weeks. I’m still here. Before all of that: financial services, life insurance, auto sales and retail.
In February 2024 I was on the back of a motorcycle (a habal habal, as the locals call it) when a small cargo truck hit us from behind. I don’t remember it. I’ve only seen the security-camera footage. Five broken ribs, a broken right arm, three weeks in the hospital, and months of relearning simple things. I still write.
Abe Newmeyer is the name that fits who I am now. The man I was before died on February 1, 2024.
Begin to Be Greater
I give each person real time, so each day has a limited number of conversations. When they’re taken, they’re gone until tomorrow.
Thirty minutes, free. By the end we’ll both know whether working together is right. Answer three short questions, then choose your time.