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:
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.
Be there for your friends, the real ones. Tell them what you see in them. They deserve it.