In which specific situation did your hobby save your butt?

[palmerleeberry]

Okay, cue the sad violin music . . .

 

Back in 1992, I lost my job at a poultry plant over some dumb situation. Even worse, I was suppose to go to Florida within a few days. I did have a second job with a pizza place, but that still wouldn't be enough to live on.

 

So to help me forget those troubles and at least run away from my problems for a while, I went to Kings Dominion ( that was the season they debuted their brand new water park in an area that used to be known as Lake Charles ). I went there three times that year: first time after I lose my job, the second time after a found a new job with a security firm, and the final time during Labor Day Weekend. Those trips to Kings Dominion during that terrible time probably helped me keep my sanity and prevented me from going to an early grave by my hand.

 

The following year, I did go to Florida!