The morning of November 26, 2005 was very cold and the wind from outside making its way into the small apt that I shared with my wife and kids. I remember waking up to the kettle whistling and new it was time for me to head to work. Most people hated their jobs, and I was not the exception. The scent of coffee was another reminder of how repetitious my life had become and I couldn’t take it anymore. I deserved better, I told my self. My kids deserved better, why cant I seem to get over this hump in life that’s holding me back? Should I just give up the fight and try my best to enjoy my life as I know it? Never able to see the things in life I wanted to see, never able to drive the car I wanted to drive. Not being able to give my kids the best education possible. These are the cards I was dealt, and maybe I should just play them well and be contempt with the whole thing. Then my wife handed me a cup of coffee and I snapped out of the daydream that occurs every morning after I awake – from the dreams the exact the same thing.