I want to make it clear from the outset that I do not find any particular joy in what you are about to read. The words that follow are not political, are not biased, nor are they meant to support or denigrate anyone.
I am simply putting forth an opinion.
Nothing more. Nothing less. An opinion that I believe is shared by a growing number of people.
Seven years ago, a life changing event took place. One that set the course for a future that I did not see coming.
I lost my job.
I was 49.
My father was very sick at the time. Two years prior, he had been through several operations, radiation treatments and chemotherapy to stop a melanoma on his scalp from spreading. With me unemployed, he was headed toward six-weeks of chemotherapy five days a week. The cancer had spread from his scalp, through his skull and had reached the outer layers of his brain.
But watching him, a person would never know what he had been through.