Winchman
Carpal tunnel level member
- Location
- Southwest Georgia
March 13, 1992, was my last day of work as an engineering rep at a Navy missile processing facility. I was 46. My mother started crying when I told her I'd quit. She'd grown up during the Depression, and she had seen the terrible things that happen to people without work.
I had consulted two financial advisors beforehand, and both told me it was going to be a terrible mistake to walk away from a good well-paying job with excellent benefits at a solid company. They were so wrong. It was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
Over the past thirty years I've had fun building and flying model planes, sailing, working on light planes, earning my private pilot's license, owning an airplane, doing welding, machining, and fabrication at the local tech college, and climbing/tree work. None of these activities provided any reportable income. We lived off my wife's job at the county library, our pensions, and social security. All things considered, things have worked out really well.
By the way, March 13, 1992, was a Friday. So much for it being a bad luck day.
I had consulted two financial advisors beforehand, and both told me it was going to be a terrible mistake to walk away from a good well-paying job with excellent benefits at a solid company. They were so wrong. It was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
Over the past thirty years I've had fun building and flying model planes, sailing, working on light planes, earning my private pilot's license, owning an airplane, doing welding, machining, and fabrication at the local tech college, and climbing/tree work. None of these activities provided any reportable income. We lived off my wife's job at the county library, our pensions, and social security. All things considered, things have worked out really well.
By the way, March 13, 1992, was a Friday. So much for it being a bad luck day.
