I was 28 years old and my life ahead was full of promise and hope. I had recently landed an incredible job in sunny southern California and my wife and I were expecting our second child. I had served in the military for four years and pursued my MBA immediately thereafter while working various jobs with a full time workload. For several years, I tirelessly pushed myself to my limits physically, mentally, and emotionally. All of my hard work and diligence was beginning to pay off. It finally felt like I could begin to harvest the fruit of my dedication.