I feel like sharing with you a story. Months away from turning 21, I moved to Arizona to follow an uncle who offered me a high paying job. He promised I could make $300 a day or something like that. Keep in mind, we are talking about 24 years ago, so that was amazing money.

Anyways, the day I got there, the company I was to work for fired half the staff, and cut back on payments in massive amounts. Next thing you know, my uncle, his friend and me are sharing less than 50 dollars a day, and still having to pay gas, food, etc.

After a few months of this horrible life. My uncle leaves to Mexico (to see his family). Predicting the water in the well was drying up, I applied to work for the clown.

I worked for Mcdonalds corporate for 5, almost six years. Made it all the way up to Regional Trainer. But, and this why I'm sharing. Eating that food for that long messed me up big time. I went from being in good shape, to almost 300 lbs in that time.

In 2009 I'm literally dying. My brother rushes me to the hospital, because I can't even talk, the pain is that strong. In ER, I begin to die, literally die. The Doctors notice my skin color turning yellow. My Gall Bladder had ruptured. They give me morphine.

I'm high at this point, super high (morphine is magical), and I'm feeling friendly. I'm convinced I'm going to die, but I look up and I see this cute Dr Lady checking on me, as they are getting ready to operate on me. I ask her "Why am I dying, why did my gall bladder explode?" - she looks at me directly in the eyes... she says...

"You know that crap they serve at McDonald's? That's why..."

I fell asleep....

Woke up 12 hours later barely able to move an arm, they had to flush out my insides, the bile had spread everywhere and if they didn't flush me out, through my belly button (they deformed it) I would have died for sure.

As you can imagine... I don't touch the stuff anymore.