Alligator Skin: The Sure-Fire Way to Self-Improvement
I was holding my new born daughter, Maddie, on a spring night in 2008. The house was quiet, and I left her room dark as I soothed her back to sleep. I was exhausted but I did not want to let her go. I was in the middle of the hardest time in my life financially. I recently learned of a partner walking away from a project and wondering how the hell I would make the mortgage payment. I knew I couldn't. It was his role, but he was out of money and out of motivation. At least he called to tell me he was giving up and leaving me hanging. I already sold almost everything I owned, and my former wife and I were living in a rental. It was a town home with a dog next door that would not stop barking. One of those little yappy dogs with something to prove. Man, I hated that dog! I sat up that night wondering why the world was so hard on me. Didn't it know I had responsibilities? People to take care of, that depended on me? I asked God what I did to deserve this while I sat there thinking ...