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I'm no stranger to rock bottom. I've been there more times than I can count. The strange part is I'm comfortable starting over now. Because I've done it so many times, I learned what most people never do. The bottom isn't where you stay. It's where you start. I got out of the Army in 2011. This is from those first years after, the stretch nobody warns you about. I turned 40 a couple days ago, reminiscing on the whole ride, and this story came back and sat on my chest. So I'm giving it to you. Back then I hunted for work like a full-time job. An hour drive one way, fighting traffic home, just to hear
I'm no stranger to rock bottom. I've been there more times than I can count. The strange part is I'm comfortable starting over now. Because I've done it so many times, I learned what most people never do. The bottom isn't where you stay. It's where you start. I got out of the Army in 2011. This is from those first years after, the stretch nobody warns you about. I turned 40 a couple days ago, reminiscing on the whole ride, and this story came back and sat on my chest. So I'm giving it to you. Back then I hunted for work like a full-time job. An hour drive one way, fighting traffic home, just to hear "we're going with someone else." Fifty interviews. Sixty. No after no after no. You start to wonder if something's wrong with you. Then one finally hit. A contracting gig with a small security company. After all those nos, somebody finally said yes. It was like coming up for air. The weight came off my chest for the first time in months. I called my wife with good news for once, with another little one on the way. First week, I was lit up. Busted my ass. Customers happy, supervisors happy, compliments coming in. I thought, this is it. This is how I take care of my family. Then Monday came. I walked in, and the second I saw them standing at the front, my stomach dropped straight through the floor. My supervisor and another rep. Not chatting. Waiting. For me. They walked me into a conference room I didn't even know existed. Sat me down careful, watching me like they expected me to come apart. And they told me the contract had lost its funding. Sorry. You're done. I said, alright, let me grab my stuff. They said no. Security will bring it out to you. So I stood there. Twenty, thirty minutes later, two guards walked me out with my things and to the door. Two guards. For the man they'd been praising five days earlier. I have never felt smaller. The supervisor said, "Don't worry, this happens all the time. When the funding comes back we'll call you right back. You did an amazing job." They never did. Sit with that whiplash. The highest I'd felt in months and the lowest I'd felt in years, in one weekend. Monday morning I was a provider. Monday afternoon I was getting walked out a door like a liability. I drove home hollow. Told my wife. She was furious for me. And the whole time I kept that brave, disciplined face on, even though I was tearing up behind it. But I knew the only move I had was to keep climbing. My family was counting on me. So I kept interviewing. Next day, right back at it. A couple weeks later, three federal agencies called me to DC to meet their teams. Three. The same man two security guards had walked out a door like he was dangerous. Nothing about me changed in those two weeks. The only thing different is I didn't stop. Here's the only lesson that matters. That no was never a verdict on my worth. It was traffic. And you don't quit driving because you hit traffic. You keep your hands on the wheel and you keep going. The thing that pulled me through has a name. Grit. It's not feeling strong. I wasn't strong that day, I was wrecked. Grit is taking the next step while you're wrecked. You already have it. The uniform built it into you. You just forgot you're carrying it. And hear me close on this, because it matters more than any job. If the war you're fighting right now is on the inside, use that same grit there. Try everything. Hit every group you can find until one fits. Call your buddies. Sit down with professional help. Use every resource you can get your hands on like your life depends on it. Because sometimes it does. I had no idea that DC job was coming. I couldn't see it from the bottom. I just knew I had to keep fighting. So if you're at the bottom today, don't you dare call it the end. You can't see the door from down there. That doesn't mean it isn't about to open. Keep climbing. You're still here. That means you've still got fight left.
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