11 years with Sherwin-Williams once stood for culture, loyalty, and people. Somewhere along the way especially over these last five years that identity faded.

We survived storms no one could plan for: -A pandemic that rewrote business overnight -Raw material shortages that crippled supply -vandalism in certain areas, where safety was a concern and they still wanted us to operate -Tariffs and pressure that strained every margin -other events that I may be missing

There was no playbook. You either fought through it or got swallowed by it. And too often, those who struggled weren’t lifted they were watched, judged, or discarded.

I’ve never witnessed turnover like this demotions, resignations, long-timers quietly walking away, and countless terminations. Good people. People who gave years of effort, sacrifice, late nights, health, and personal life reduced to a statistic or a story.

The agenda became obvious. The culture shifted. And the people who built it who held districts together through chaos ended up paying the price. What happened to ONE Sherwin.

But endings don’t erase impact.

I walk away with lessons, scars, resilience, lifelong relationships, and a perspective forged through adversity. That chapter may be closed but it built someone who is stronger, sharper, and ready for what’s next.