- Written by Brian McNett
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In May of 2012, I lost my job of six years in Dallas, Texas. Around the same time, my younger sister was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma. In discussions with family we came to a mutual decision that I shouldn't stay in Texas, and that my being back in Washington state would be best for everyone. I blew six months of savings just moving my belongings, and had to borrow money to put myself on a plane while the state of Texas played games with my unemployment compensation (eventually denied). In August of that year, the move was complete. I began to look for work locally.
But with little or no money, and being in a demographic that consistently doesn't qualify for a whole lot of public assistance (single white male under the age of 60), how was I going to feed myself?
The answer, of course, had been staring me in the face for years.