It's December, 1990...
I'm 29 years old and homeless.
I sleep on a urine-stained mattress I found on the side of the road and
tossed into the back of my truck.
pretty much sucks.
Forward to 2010...
wife and I work from home. We earn a
very comfortable income, attend church, drive new cars, give to
charities, travel when and where we want, and spend lots of time with
our two boys.
you ready to make a change?