“My father died a year ago and I lived in Seattle and my mom lived here and I was going back and forth. So I moved here with her for a while. I am homeless. My parents met in Fairhope in the 40’s. This has been a home base for the family but we all moved north and out for a while. I was in industry for many years and worked for big corporations on the east coast and overseas. Four years ago I decided I was going to find God or whatever and move to Colorado. I lived with coyotes and elk and an occasional mountain lion on a dirt road. My kids moved out there too and I found God and myself. It is a spiritual place. I lived in DC and did a year of living mindfully and did corporate mindfulness training. I don’t know where it goes from here. I have been in and out of employment. I will probably go back to DC because I can make more money up there and keep coming back here. It is beautiful to be homeless with no fixed place because I am at home any where. I was president of a few companies and I was miserable. Now I am dabbling around the edges and seeing if I can pick up a few crumbs off the table without getting lost in it again. I was once at a friend’s beautiful multi-million dollar home in Hawaii and and had a panic attack at the thought of running out of money. At the time I was still doing it. One day I did run out of money and it wasn’t a big deal. I don’t have a plan and I am letting life lead. Life has always taken care of me. We will see how the job in DC goes. I may be right back here with an empty cup asking for change.”