No little kid ever says, "Momma, I wanna manage email lists when I grow up"...
And I'm no exception to that.
I always wanted to be a professional baseball player.
But after a post-injury mental crisis... I got cut from the team during my senior year of college... (that's a story for another day)
The shame & embarrassment was unreal. I felt like I'd failed at the thing I was put on earth to accomplish.
So I basically hid inside for the rest of the school year so I wouldn't be seen during my lowest time of my life.
Shortly after graduation, I found myself living in the bottom floor of a shack in a town called Cedarville, Ohio - where you'll find more churches & cows than you will people.
I had 2 roommates, and just 1 bedroom... So we had to create 2 makeshift ones and all share the same bathroom, which was only accessible through someone else's room.
(Google Maps image below, and yep, that's my Jeep sitting outside)