Since this happened, and what a wild ride it’s been. I’m still (sorta) working in the industry, still trying to get the iPTS off the ground (may have some news on that before SHOT…), still writing (and writing A LOT), making even more good friends who are involved in spreading the good news about guns, and my life here in Florida is quite good.
You ask pretty much anyone in Arizona what they want to do each summer, and their answer will be “Go to the coast, go to a beach, go to a theme park.”
Well, this summer, I’ve had four trips to theme parks and three trips to the beach.
Looking back on 2015, that crazy, crazy year of panic, uncertainty and change, there were some things that happened that weren’t my fault (like finding out the owner of the company is an immature bipolar millionaire, which is a great combination for a supervillian, but not so great in a boss…) and some things that were my fault, the biggest of which was, I broke one of my one rules: I was desperate, DESPERATE to work in the gun industry.
“Walden” is one of my guideposts in life, and there’s a terrific passage early on in the book about how a man should act.
“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation … but it is a character of wisdom not to do desperate things.”
I broke my rules, and my family and I paid the price. Now, that’s not to say that the payment is ongoing. The reverse is true, I’m happy with how things ended up, and Florida is now my home, and I’m quite happy here.
But just because the plane landed smoothly doesn’t mean there wasn’t turbulence along the way.