Bumper to Bumper

I found myself unloading on my sponsor, Bob, after my second slip, as we stood in my driveway one cold January night. I had a bad case of financial insecurity. There were two cars inside the garage doors—not paid for—and the house had a 30-year mortgage, with 29 more to go. How was I going to educate my three kids? I was a construction worker … out of work … and I was going on and on and on.