I dropped out of college in 1986 and got a great job as a stockbroker. Made an average of $30K per month and started spending money like there was no tomorrow. I was good at what I did and eventually got my series 24 and became a branch manager. Had a partner, cosigned for him and his family, and he ended up skipping on me. I was left with over $200K worth credit card bills, car notes, etc. This was 1990, and the country was going through a recession. Had a baby and the firm I was with went bankrupt. Went to five different brokerage houses and every company closed their doors. Had no choice but to file personal bankrupcy in 1992. Worked the odds and ends while going to school. Things were looking up for me. Got hooked up with a contractor and we became partners. Made modest income and decided to go back to college so I can be a role model for my kids. Did not want my kids telling me in the future, "Dad, you did not graduate from college so why are you telling me to go?" Eventually got my bachelors degree in 1997. Partner and I took on a big job and ran out of money. Lost everything I had. June, 1998, first wife left me and the three kids and said she had enough. Went into depression and decided to join the police department again (Whenever things went bad for me, I always returned to law enforcement field because I had alot of friends at various agencies). Took exam again, POWER test, psych, background, etc. and was scheduled to start October 13, 1998. Friday October 9, 1998, go to friends cleaners with old uniforms to get altered. Start drinking at 10 a.m. until 7:00 p.m. Take my 1985 Honda Prelude with only liability insurance and get into wreck. Get transported to trauma unit. Cops responding were all of my buddies but nurse threw stink and was going to call press so I ended up with a DUI. Tried to report to work, but my police department personnel investigator tells me I got suspended for one year for the DUI. Do not have job, lost car since I only had liability insurance, lost home, so I packed up my crayons and my three kids and moved to my parents house. My father always looked at me with disgust and my brother donated his wife`s Honda Accord. This is where I learned that I was alone and had three kids that depended on me. All of my friends turned on me and did not want to do anything with me. My mother gave me $20.00 for the week for fuel. Left the house at 5 in the morning and did not get home until 11 at night. Seven days a week, including holidays. When I returned home, I saw my three kids sleeping innocently (Ages 6, 4, and 2). My girlfriend (who is now my wife) was the only person that had faith in me. She used to give me $100.00 every other week from her job as a project manager. I hated everyone and the whole world. Then one day, when I got home, I stared at my three kids sleeping and broken down. It seemed like everyone was against me and my friends did not want anything to do with me since I blamed my problems on everybody else. I promised my three children, and God, that I would be someone in life and that if God gives me the strength and energy for me to get back on my feet, I will help others and treat others the way I want to be treated. From that moment on I had a total different outlook on life. Days went by and in May, 1999 I bought my first brand new pickup truck (1999 GMC Sierra). My payments were $843.00 per month and appreciate the truck every moment I owned it. Due to the bleak past, I always thought that I was going to get this truck repossessed. I still own it to this day and is still my daily driver. I call it my LUCKY TRUCK.
I am sure you guys were never perfect. I promised myself and God if I got back on my feet, I will help out others, especially elders and the community. Believe it or not, I am honoring my promise. I donate alot of money ( BY ALOT , I MEAN ALOT) but I do it very discreetly. I do not want publicity nor do I want people to tap me on the back and expect compliments. I am a firm believer of if you brag, God will take it away from you. After I take care of my family, my loved ones, and the community and others, I will treat myself out for an exotic or other toy.
I am an extremely private person and did not want to reveal my personal life in this forum. I have nothing to be ashamed of my past mistakes and do not act like a Mr. Know it all. I still make alot of mistakes but NEVER do I make the same mistake twice. I love to joke around but do have a serious side as well.
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