A friend of mine just got fired from his startup. As a founder, he was classy, loyal and relentless. He behaved like a champion. But despite all this, he got shitcanned nonetheless. So I wrote him a letter:
Hi,
I know you must be feeling pretty shitty right now. Probably a little bitter too. I know I would.
[!Name], I’ve seen you in action. You’re an inspiring leader. You’re a motherfucking relentless hustler. And you’ve got the heart of a lion.
If you go off and start a company some day, I’d be honored to work for you. Or co-found. Or invest. Or whatever.
In the coming weeks, I’d advise taking some time off, investing in your mental health and getting out of the valley. This is what I wish I had done.
Travel. Mentor. See the world outside of Northern California.
It’s not a marathon, it’s a fucking ironman.
And whenever or wherever you need me, I’ll be here for you. I am your friend.
Thanks for being part of my life and supporting me so much over the last few years. I hope that now I’ll have the chance to be there for you in your time of need, whatever that looks like.
Sincerely,
-Matt Mireles
Be there for your friends, the real ones. Tell them what you see in them. They deserve it.
