There was a time I worked for one of the largest accounting and consulting firms in the country. Fancy suits, expense accounts, travel, influence. I had all that and more—and I lost it all. By my early 50s, I was living out of my car on a sideroad in back of a warehouse for almost two years, totally alone, suicidal, and drinking nonstop. Alcohol and homelessness were destroying me, and I was just counting the days to the end. When a child experiences horrible abuse, there are so many ways his life can go wrong. You can break a child to a point where he’ll never be normal, whatever normal is. That’s what happened to me.