
Building A Wall
A long time ago, my husband got a job in sporting goods sales. It was his dream job. Or so we thought before he started. He loved sporting goods and guns and hunting supplies. Wasn’t this the perfect fit for him? Turns out? No. The job took him out of town a lot. Something we both hated. And he had to hang out with other sales reps on these trips. These men wanted to go to bars and strip clubs. He did not fit in with them at all. He was miserable. The dream job turned into a