Although Brad Thurman lives in southern California, and I at the time, in NE Utah, we quickly developed a bond and friendship. Though business related at first, it quickly turned into much more. As Brad learned about my life and experiences he took a more active roll in my life. One day, in January, I was working at my construction job, framing a two story house in 20 below temps. Although I pride myself in finding the positives in every situation, I was cold, the metal in my face was locking up and my ceramic eyes were freezing, and I was miserable. Brad called to check in and I unleashed and vented like never before. Brad later convinced me that Utah had nothing left for me and that I needed to move. About the same time, a long lost parolee step brother rolled back into my life and convinced me to move to the Ventura, California area with him, which I did. It wasn't long after the roller coster ride of my life continued. My brother quickly manipulated my money from me for his own purposes, I had my laptop stollen, and I was being physically and mentally abused. The physical part I could handle as growing up on the streets I've been in many a fight and have learned how to defend myself (If a shotgun blast isn't going to kill me, a punch or kick won't either, and I can dish it out just as well). The only peace I had during this ordeal was volunteering my time teaching brail and life/mobility skills at the Brail Institute of Santa Barbara. It took me roughly three hours each way to commute there via the local transit system, but it was well worth it as I met some wonderful people and it put me in a positive environment several days a week. As the weeks and months rolled by, my situation got worst and the family that I thought I could count on proved me wrong. My only salvation was talking to Brad on the phone, but even he will admit that as time went on he would have to let my calls go to voicemail so that he could listen to it and figure out how to handle the situation and what advice to give. Finally, Brad called me and advised he had heard enough and told me to pack my belongings and that he was making the 4 hour drive the following morning to pick me up and move me in with his family. When Brad arrived, he told me to grab my stuff, which wasn't much, and that we needed to get out of there ASAP. On the drive home Brad, a retired police officer with SWAT experience, advised me that when he still worked as a police officer he would not have gone into a neighborhood like that without backup, and that there were harden criminals and gang bangers peeking around every corner, waiting to make their move. That was the rat infested hell I had called home, and the rat infested life Brad just rescued me from. After several months of living with Brad and his wonderful wife and two young boys, I moved out and now live on my own. I travel freely, not afraid to experience life, by bus, train, or foot. I frequently walked 5 plus miles just to visit Brad. When I enrolled in college to study message therapy, no one showed me where the college was, or how to get there, or where to go to register, I jumped on a bus and figured it out. I have never let my circumstances slow me down. I live life to the fullest and enjoy helping others do the same. My passion is helping others by teaching brail or life skills to the sight impaired, or teaching gun safety, or encouraging and motivating others who may not believe in themselves and that they can achieve if they believe, or relieving pain and stress through massage therapy, or helping others achieve health and wealth through an amazing opportunity that ultimately saved my life. I have never made an excuse or blamed anyone for my situation. In fact as far as I see it, the only thing I'm missing out on is high definition TV.