I had a very wild childhood growing up in rural Alberta.
I spent most of my time in my family’s backyard, where I watched my grandparents cook dinner, and when I was young, I had to learn to cook at home.
In the late 1980s, my father, a mechanical engineer, bought a new house in an isolated section of Alberta’s Fort McMurray wilderness.
After a few years in the house, my parents split up and I spent my time with my grandmother and younger brother, who were still living with my mother and younger sister.
We had a beautiful house with lots of trees and rocks and some good swimming pools.
But after the house burned down in the winter of 1993, we moved to a smaller one and moved in with my grandparents.
As my father began his career, I was in my early 20s.
For years, I worked in the same office as my father.
My work was mostly in computer programming and graphics, and my job was mostly for my father in the office.
One day, my work was interrupted.
My dad was trying to repair a broken valve that was leaking a large amount of water from a hose in his truck.
It was pouring down the road.
I got in my truck and tried to hose the hose down.
The hose burst.
I fell through the window and landed on the ground.
My legs were swollen and my ankles were bruised.
My legs were numb.
I couldn’t walk and my feet were hurting.
My father was taken to the hospital, where he died in the hospital.
When I was a kid, I thought about my dad every day.
I had his picture hanging on my wall.
I wanted to go back to his house and try to clean the house up.
But when I saw the picture, I couldn`t stop thinking about him.
It was a hard thing to do.
Around the time my dad died, I also started to have anxiety and depression.
I was afraid that if I didn`t have a job or if I lost my job, I would go back home and live with my parents.
But I wanted more.
I loved to play with toys.
I played with dolls and trucks and I even played on my sister`s house.
But all that activity made me feel sad.
The most important thing in my life is my job.
I worked all day, all night.
My parents worked all the time.
I could work from home and not worry about anything.
I would be in the truck for days and never miss a day of work.
During my adolescence, I struggled with depression and anxiety.
I drank heavily and smoked cigarettes.
Eventually, I stopped smoking and started taking medication.
But even though I stopped taking my medications, I kept thinking about my father and how hard it would be to leave him behind.
There were a few times where I thought I had made a terrible mistake by taking his medication.
When I was at home, I used to get into my bedroom and read him a story about his job.
Sometimes, he would cry.
And sometimes, he said, ‘It`s hard, but you can do it.’
But sometimes, I could just see my father`s face.
I thought he had died and I could not bring myself to let him go.
Then one day, I got a call from my father’s family.
He had called them and said that his work was finished.
They had told him that the company was going to give him a $100,000 severance package.
My family was devastated.
My grandmother`s family was angry with me for not working harder.
They thought I should be doing more for my dad.
I told my parents that I wanted the severance.
I said I wanted them to understand what it was like to lose your father.
I didn’t know what to say.
They just told me to keep going.
I started looking for a job, and I found one.
Within a few months, I found a job at a hardware store.
My supervisor, a man named Bob, gave me a very warm welcome.
He was kind, very friendly.
He told me that he was just a regular guy who happened to work in the store.
He didn`ve been to the office before.
I felt at home there.
I also felt that I was able to do what I wanted and did the work I wanted.
So I started working there.
Bob knew that my personality wasn`t suited to working in a store.
I made a lot of mistakes.
But Bob told me, `Don`t worry, this is what I do, and this is how you do it.
We`re going to be able to take care of you.’
At first, I just did my best, but then I was frustrated and thought I needed to make some changes.
So I went home to my mom