It was just a year ago when all was literally in the palm of my hand, I was at the top of my game, "top of the heap", I would cry out with a reinforced energy of confidence. No, it was not just a simple cry but really more of a battle cry, my motivation to succeed. I would step out of my place of residence and prepare myself for the long but enjoyable ride to my place of work.

Trying to set a new personal record time, I would commence. Downshifting and occasionally applying the brakes I would swerve and hug the treacherous 90 degree curves, left and right, with exuberant momentum as I rushed down to the main freeway located at the bottom of the mountain. There, as I would come to a sudden and gravelly halt, I would quickly glance down at my Movado again to see how I had performed. I then would check to my immediate left, with that satisfying grin on my face and proceed to join up with the slow moving traffic, I’m on my way to my favorite destination.

Arriving to work and stepping out of my rare baby blue "63" Corvette, I would gracefully walk away and from my conveniently assigned parking spot. This iconic parking spot located underneath this majestic 60-story skyscraper. Yes, where I would always catch myself looking back at the glittering name plate that reflected the mourning sun, it was my name and it read “James Coverstone”. It needed no title, for it was globally known and I was so proud of that fact. It was so iconic that no first name was really required, it stood alone among the giants in the market, a very powerful name indeed. You see, I was the CEO of Coverstone Software, one of the world’s leading software developers in the computer industry.