Three Years Ago Today, My Mom Died. Her Last Words Launched My Mission.
The told me to follow truth and happiness. Now I report what the mainstream won’t dare touch.
Dear friend,
Three years ago today, I sat by my mom’s bedside in a nursing home as Alzheimer’s slowly took her away from us. But even in those final days—when her body was weak and her mind fading—she still knew who I was. And she still knew what mattered.
She looked at me and said something I’ll never forget:
“David, you need to do what’s right. You need to do what makes you happy.”
At the time, I had been a TV news reporter for 25 years. I had a secure job, a good salary, and everything that comes with it. But deep down, I knew I was no longer telling the stories that mattered. During COVID, so many of us saw the truth buried, questions ignored, and voices silenced. I wasn’t allowed to ask the tough questions or cover the real impact government policies were having on everyday people—even on my own family.
That moment with my mom changed everything.
I walked away from the mainstream media, gave up the paycheck, and risked everything to start my own independent journalism company. No corporate filters. No spin. Just the truth—told freely and fully.
I did it because I believe in God, family, and country.
And I’m not afraid to say it.
Every week, I’m telling the stories the media ignores—stories about what’s happening in our schools, local governments, and communities. I’m also shining a light on the good in this world: the unsung heroes, the everyday kindness, the victories no one else is talking about.
You deserve the truth. You deserve hope. And that’s what I promise to give you.
If my work matters to you—if you believe in what I’m doing—I’m asking you to become a paid subscriber today. It’s just $6 a month, and you can cancel anytime.
But that $6? It helps me keep this mission alive. It helps me keep my promise to my mom.
Will you help me do what’s right?
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With gratitude,
David Bondy
Independent Journalist. Truth-teller. Son.
P.S. If you made it this far, thank you. That means more to me than you know.



Dave, very nice words about your Mom. My Mom was of similar age (born 1932) and I miss her a lot. She only made it to 66, cancer sucks. Tonight we will remember your Mom along with my Mom in our family Rosary. Keep up the good job of making her proud of you.
I am sorry about your mom.