Home was a house we had not lived in for long, with a new and high mortgage; our second child had only just arrived. I had no job and no income any more. As I drove home, my mind was in a whirl, swaying between “Thanks to God” that I am away from there, and a dark shadow of financial disaster hanging over me. Intermingling with those extremes, though, was a sense of excitement; without a job or income, what was around the corner? Where would I be in a month's time?

The next few days were a mix of worry over the financial consequences of what I had done, and the excitement of thinking “I don't have any idea what is going to happen next”. As a keen traveller in my younger years, I had always loved the idea of not knowing where I would be the next day. But this was playing with fire; a wife and two children to support, a brand new and very high mortgage.

Quickly, the positive thoughts took over, and I began to tell myself I would get an even better job; not just any job, but one that was better paid than the job I had just resigned from. Despite the severe financial pressure, my mind was most focused on the positive, although I do admit that, in the UK winter, my body was reeling a bit from the stress.