[emrahyalaz]

I was working 3 jobs and seeking a startup to join (didn't have a green card back then, so start my own wasn't an option). I was in grad school and had a 4.0 GPA and needed to keep it there in case I couldn't get something interesting, my b-plan was PhD (I didn't want to return to my home country tail between my legs). One job was waiting tables from 3pm-1AM 4 nights a week. I was married.

One night I got into an argument with a fellow waiter who badmouthed me for coming along and picking up american jobs (I had just started making a lot of tips b/c I served humans better). Manager took his side so I got pissed and quit. I went home and my now ex-wife told me she wanted a divorce and was planning to move in with one of her friends from school (she was a student too). I got depressed and had an accident with my Pontiac POS. It was a freezing cold Chicago winter with temps 20 below. I got even more depressed, sat home on a couch and drank bourbon for a week.

That's my absolute lowest point. Everything got better after that. Much, much, much better:)