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CarrieVee (Verrocchio) MBA, International Speaker, Best Selling Author, Podcast Host, Executive Coach, and Business Consultant has been certified the Maxwell Leadership Team as an executive leader in speaking, coaching and training well as a certified DISC consultant. She is the founder of the Radical Empowerment Method - a program designed to walk people through the exact method she herself used to move from a life of feeling invisible to a life of empowered success and action. She is a Toastmasters Semi-Finalist in the World Championship of Speaking as well as a keynote speaker for Toastmasters and trainer/consultant for multiple businesses. Carrie has been featured in multiple media outlets and has spoken on stages to thousands of men and women.
All of my life, I have been passionate about helping others overcome their fears and live a life of passion, joy, laughter and success. Even as a child, I was determined to bring laughter into a crowd. I knew even then that laughter and fun would relieve stress and help in school and relationships. As I grew older, I carried this passion with me into my home life and the workforce. I am passionate about bringing Radical Empowerment and Radical Change into the lives of everyone I meet, speak to, and work with so that they can reach new levels of success.
I am also passionate about jigsaw puzzles, reading, organizing and traveling.
Growing up, I had two brothers. Billy and Timmy, though they preferred Bill and Tim. I was the youngest, I was the princess. And though the three of us fought at times, my brothers defended me fiercely and we could laugh and have fun with just about anything and at any time.
Even when I was a little girl, I had a future vision of the three of us, older and with kids and grandkids of our own, sitting on one of our front porches, coffee cups in our hands, laughing about the memories from our childhood. Like the one where we put on my dad’s oversized t-shirts, shoved pillows up inside them to give ourselves big bellies, and jumped around on my mom’s furniture singing, “Well he's bad, bad Leroy Brown. Baddest man in the whole _____town." We weren’t allowed to cuss. We had to leave that word out. Mom's orders.
This future vision that I had as a little girl was as clear as if it was happening real time. I could hear the laughter of our grandchildren, I could hear my brothers' laughter, i could smell the coffee in our cups.
And then my oldest brother, Billy, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. And when he was 48, my vision of that memory ever coming true died when he died.
Billy's death was tremendously impactful in my life. My brothers and I were very close, and Billy's death left a void that nothing could come close to filing.
A few months after my brother died, I had a dream. In this dream, I walked into a restaurant and there was a gentleman with his back to me. I knew immediately that it was my brother, Billy. It was the way he sat, his laugh, they way people paid attention to him. I kept trying to get his attention, and he would not acknowledge me. I got so angry that I walked in front of him. Planted my feet, and said “Billy Berger!! why won’t you talk to me? Why are you ignoring me? I just want to invite you to dinner, Bill. I just want you to come to my house so I can cook dinner for you. Why won’t you talk to me? I miss you. Why won't you talk to me?” In my dream, Billy looked up at me and said, “Because I died. Don’t you remember? I died. I’m just here to give you a message.
Life is short little sister. Choose wisely.”
Life is short, little sister. Choose wisely.
Today I am sharing this message with you from my brother.
Life is Short My Friends, Choose Wisely.
My origin story is in conjunction with my best story.
A week before my brother died, we went to breakfast together. He was weak, tired, dying in front of my eyes. Billy reached across the table and took my hands. He asked me to promise that I would spend the rest of my life pouring into the lives of others, helping them choose more life while they still had life to choose. He reminded me that his life was ending, his chance to choose to truly LIVE, was ending. And he begged me to show others that life is meant to be truly lived - fully, joyfully, courageously. "You have a gift, Little Sister, promise me you will use it. Stop hiding behind a desk and begin living the life you were created to live. Promise me."
I promised him. And that promise has been my driving force for the past 11 years - pouring into myself that I can pour into others. I take the promise I made to my brother seriously.
Life is Short. Choose Wisely.
Growing up, I had two brothers. Billy and Timmy, though they preferred Bill and Tim. I was the youngest, I was the princess. And though the three of us fought at times, my brothers defended me fiercely and we could laugh and have fun with just about anything and at any time.
Even when I was a little girl, I had a future vision of the three of us, older and with kids and grandkids of our own, sitting on one of our front porches, coffee cups in our hands, laughing about the memories from our childhood. Like the one where we put on my dad’s oversized t-shirts, shoved pillows up inside them to give ourselves big bellies, and jumped around on my mom’s furniture singing, “Well he's bad, bad Leroy Brown. Baddest man in the whole _____town." We weren’t allowed to cuss. We had to leave that word out. Mom's orders.
This future vision that I had as a little girl was as clear as if it was happening real time. I could hear the laughter of our grandchildren, I could hear my brothers' laughter, i could smell the coffee in our cups.
And then my oldest brother, Billy, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. And when he was 48, my vision of that memory ever coming true died when he died.
Billy's death was tremendously impactful in my life. My brothers and I were very close, and Billy's death left a void that nothing could come close to filing.
A few months after my brother died, I had a dream. In this dream, I walked into a restaurant and there was a gentleman with his back to me. I knew immediately that it was my brother, Billy. It was the way he sat, his laugh, they way people paid attention to him. I kept trying to get his attention, and he would not acknowledge me. I got so angry that I walked in front of him. Planted my feet, and said “Billy Berger!! why won’t you talk to me? Why are you ignoring me? I just want to invite you to dinner, Bill. I just want you to come to my house so I can cook dinner for you. Why won’t you talk to me? I miss you. Why won't you talk to me?” In my dream, Billy looked up at me and said, “Because I died. Don’t you remember? I died. I’m just here to give you a message.
Life is short little sister. Choose wisely.”
Life is short, little sister. Choose wisely.
Today I am sharing this message with you from my brother.
Life is Short My Friends, Choose Wisely.
My origin story is in conjunction with my best story.
A week before my brother died, we went to breakfast together. He was weak, tired, dying in front of my eyes. Billy reached across the table and took my hands. He asked me to promise that I would spend the rest of my life pouring into the lives of others, helping them choose more life while they still had life to choose. He reminded me that his life was ending, his chance to choose to truly LIVE, was ending. And he begged me to show others that life is meant to be truly lived - fully, joyfully, courageously. "You have a gift, Little Sister, promise me you will use it. Stop hiding behind a desk and begin living the life you were created to live. Promise me."
I promised him. And that promise has been my driving force for the past 11 years - pouring into myself that I can pour into others. I take the promise I made to my brother seriously.
Life is Short. Choose Wisely.