I used to be a 335-pound liability.
For 30 years, I was the “Last Man Standing” in the retail trenches—leading crews through Hurricane Sandy, blackouts, and 3:00 AM transformer explosions. I had the grit, and eventually, I had the $3M net worth to prove it. But I was also a walking “short squeeze.” My joints screamed, I snored like a freight train, and I ...