Yesterday was my 9 year anniversary of when I moved here (Florida) from Tennessee. I was living in TN for roughly 6 years and I was making really poor decisions. I was into shit that no one should be into. I was living paycheck to paycheck and barely surviving. I had no plans or goals for the future. I was almost 300lbs and didn’t feel good about myself or anything that I was doing. One day, it’s like the light just went on in my head and I realized that I had been living in a dark fog for 6 years. I also realized I wanted to change. I knew that I couldn’t stay where I was if I wanted to change so I reached out to an old Army buddy who was living in FL. He said he had a room that I could stay in for about 30 days and then I would need to have my own situation up and running. He was the only person I knew in Florida. I decided to take a leap of faith. I got on a plane with what could fit in my two carry-ons, I had $200, no job waiting for me, and I was very likely going to be homeless when the 30 days that I could use the room ran out; but things were so bad in TN that potentially being homeless in FL seemed like a better life. So I arrived in FL 9 years ago, yesterday. My life is now better than I could have ever imagined. I now have a beautiful wife, awesome kids, a college education, a good job, and a wonderful home. I am also not 300lbs anymore 🙌. I share this because I hope that someone who needs to see it, does. This isn’t about a pat on the back for me. It is about encouraging others who may need to take that leap like I did.