By the time I was 30 nobody would work with me. I was friendless I was hopeless I was suicidal lost my family - I mean it was bad. Bottomed out didn't know what I was going to do. I actually thought I was going to be a chef - go to work in a kitchen someplace.
Flying back from New York the flight attendant said 'God I wished you were here yesterday we had a stroke on the plane. I said if I have a stroke on a plane I hope the pretend doctor isn't the one on the plane. I want a real doctor.
