In late winter 2001, just nine months before 9/11, I separated honorably from the Air Forceas a Captain.
When all my military buddies were leaving for high-paying jobs with government contractors, I gave my things away and went walkabout into the world.
Just three weeks into my journey, late one evening while hitchhiking through northern Wales en route to wherever, I experienced a soul-deep emotional meltdown in an old phone booth. My whole body shook as a lifetime of pain I had buried so long beneath a mask of stone ruptured like an earthquake from my core.
As I wept and sobbed, I knew I couldn’t go back to my old life, yet I had no idea where else to go. I was utterly lost, with no idea who I was.