No pity party needed, I promise. Born 99% deaf, like my sister and father. Went to college on scholarship, didn't work out. Took up food service jobs, learned bakery production, keeping it clean, went on to pizza. Met my wife on a delivery, came to work for her brother in printing. Turned that into a career with other companies, eventually let go post 9/11- when my wife was 8 months pregnant. Was told "the only reason we hired you for the sales position was because of your hearing impairment", and then the focus shifted. So after that, I took all the skills and knowledge I had acquired and tried to support my family. I've been working on my own in my garage for the last ten years, learning whatever I have to, making money however I can. My wife had a cerebral hemmorhage the same year our son was born, so she can't exactly go and apply for work. Most days, I'm bored out of my skull. I really want to get out of what I'm doing, and become a pizzaiola.