Dear Millisa, December 1999
By Millisa Nwokolo, Founder of La Crown Inc. — May 10, 2026
Twenty-six years from where you are standing, I am writing this back. You are four months pregnant. Third baby. About to walk into Tim and Jim's office for the most important meeting of your life. Sit down for a minute before you go in. There are some things I need you to know.
It is December 1999. A woman walks into a freight brokerage in a winter coat. She is twenty-three years old. She has two little girls at home and one inside her, just starting to show. She dropped out of high school at sixteen because there was no other option. Both her parents were addicts. Her résumé, by every conventional measure, should not have gotten her a meeting. But Tim Evans and his brother Jim agreed to see her anyway. She does not know it yet, but the door she is about to open will set the trajectory of the next twenty-six years of her life. I am writing to her from the other side of those years.
Dear Millisa,
I know you cannot hear me. I know this is impossible. But sit down for a minute, before you walk in there, and let me tell you a few things I wish someone had told me twenty-six years ago.
About the work
You are about to spend the next quarter of a century in freight. I know — you didn't plan to. You don't even know what an MC number is yet. By the time we are writing this, you will know what an MC number is, what a 7L is, what a tarp clause does, what a fuel surcharge is supposed to recalculate to, why dispatchers don't want drivers to see the rate confirmation, and why some shippers will pay you in seven days while others will make you wait sixty.
You will move thousands of loads. You will quote tens of thousands more. You will spend years sitting at a desk with twelve to fifteen browser tabs open at once, doing work that no software was ever quite built for the way your brain actually works. There will be days when you wonder if you should have done something else.
You should not have done something else. This was the right room.
You are not in this industry because no one else would have you. You are in this industry because nobody else can see what you see.
About what is behind that door
Tim and Jim are about to take a chance on you. They are not going to do it because of your résumé. They are going to do it because of the way you talk and the way you think. They are going to recognize something in you that you do not yet recognize in yourself.
Pay attention to that. The skill of being able to see something in another person — to take a chance on them when nothing on paper says you should — is the rarest skill in business. It is not in any course. It is not on any podcast. It is taught only by being on the receiving end of it.
Tim and Jim will give you that gift today. You will spend the rest of your career paying it forward. Not because you are noble. Because they showed you what it looks like.
There will be other people, too. A driver who calls you on Christmas Eve to tell you he made it home. A dispatcher who drives an hour out of his way for one of your loads because he likes the way you treat him. A shipper who has been with you for a hundred and fifty years already and will still be with you in the next decade because she trusts the way you answer the phone. The freight is freight, but the people are everything. Remember that on the days you forget.
About the babies
The little one inside you right now is going to be a force. So are her two big sisters at home. You are going to feel guilty most days about the time you spend at the desk versus the time you spend at the playground. The guilt is permanent. Every working mother feels it. It does not mean you are doing it wrong.
I will tell you something you would not believe right now. Twenty-six years from this moment, you are going to have six children. The youngest two are both boys. There is an eighteen-month-old whose attention span resembles that of a freight broker on a Monday morning. The newest one is brand new, born when I turned fifty. Yes — fifty.
You will not stop giving life to this world because you have so much to give. You will love every second of all of them. You will figure out how to do it. You will not always do it perfectly. The kids will know you tried.
You will not stop giving life to this world because you have so much to give.
About the money
You are going to be afraid of money for a long time. Some of that fear came from being a kid who did not know if there would be food in the house. Some of it was put there on purpose by people who needed you to feel small.
Both kinds of fear are lies.
You are going to learn the difference between a customer who pays well and a customer who pushes you around. The pushing is not worth the revenue. Fire him. The lost margin will not kill you. Keeping him will.
You are going to learn that the cheap thing is usually the expensive thing. The off-the-shelf software you almost buy because everyone says you should — pass on it. There will come a moment, much later, when you can build it yourself. Trust me. The check you are afraid to write to invest in your own brain — write it.
About what is coming
I cannot tell you everything because some of it would not make sense to you yet. But here are a few things you should know without panicking.
The internet is going to change freight. Then mobile phones will. Then GPS. Then something called the cloud. Then something called artificial intelligence — and that one is going to be the biggest of all.
When the AI moment comes, you are not going to be afraid of it. You are going to recognize it for what it is the second you see it. Not a threat. Not a replacement. A tool that finally fits your hand.
You will name your AI agents like they are members of your team. Anna. Brad. James. Kara. Mike. They will handle the calls you are too tired to make and the follow-ups you forget. You will laugh at how matter-of-fact this sentence sounds. You will laugh harder when you realize you are paying them less than you used to pay for one bad subscription.
Do not chase the technology. Build the relationships first. The technology will catch up. It always does.
Build the relationships first. The technology will catch up. It always does.
About yourself
Here is the part I have been writing this whole letter to tell you.
You are enough.
You are enough right now. Standing in that parking lot, four months pregnant, with a high school diploma you never got and a childhood you would not wish on anyone. You are already enough. The next twenty-six years are not going to make you enough. They are going to slowly, painfully, beautifully let you see that you have always been enough.
The voice in your head that says you are not — that voice was put there by people who needed you small. It is not your voice. It never was. Stop arguing with it. Stop trying to silence it. Just stop listening to it.
You have a brain that sees patterns nobody else sees. You have a heart that wants to take care of people. You have hands that work. You have two children who love you and another one coming. You have Tim and Jim about to open a door for you on the other side of a wall.
That is more than enough. It always was.
One more thing
When you walk in there today, smile. Sit up straight. Tell Tim about the time you sold a pickup truck over the phone in three minutes — he is going to laugh. Don't apologize for being pregnant. Don't apologize for not having a degree. Don't apologize for taking up space.
Twenty-six years from now you are going to be sitting at a desk you built yourself, in a business you built yourself, raising a baby boy you waited until your forties to have, writing letters back to your younger self because somebody asked you to be creative on a Saturday afternoon and you decided to be brave about it.
You are going to be okay.
You are going to be more than okay.
You are going to be home.
I love you, Millisa.
— Me, twenty-six years later.
P.S. The little girl inside you right now is going to grow up to call you on a Sunday afternoon and tell you she is proud of you. Save that voicemail. You will need it on a Tuesday eventually.
P.P.S. Tell Tim and Jim thank you. They will not need to hear it. Say it anyway.