I used to believe rock bottom meant living out of a dented van with three children and counting loose change to figure out dinner.
I didn’t understand then how much lower life could take you.
Rock bottom was holding my last three dollars in my hand… and deciding to give them away.
That single choice changed everything.
My name is Colton. I’m forty-three, and I’m a father of three.
Two years ago, everything I depended on collapsed.
Hospital bills stacked up after my youngest son, Noah, arrived too early.
The pressure crushed my marriage, and my wife left when the debt became unbearable.
Soon after, the construction company where I worked shut its doors.
In what felt like weeks, my steady life disappeared.
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