The Day I Lost My Job

Join this month's webinar, Register Here:https://us02web.zoom.us/webinar/register/6615948536985/WN_mO3BbHAVQH-ja0W_oXUfJALet me tell you about the day I lost my job.  It was Mother’s Day and the person that let me go was also my best friend.  He let me go because he had hired me to do a job that I wasn't qualified for and I didn't provide him any real value other than he liked having me around.  Now his company was going through a rough patch and I needed to go, since I was the least useful person on his staff making the most money.  It was a relief.  The truth was, I had been moving away from working with him for a few months.  I was not just there to provide value, I was there to babysit my friend who wasn’t very self motivated.  Don’t get me wrong, he had a good income and a great life and that is why he could and did hire me. But he also needed someone to sit next to him while he was on the computer and watch his screen so he wouldn’t look at pornography while he tried to work.  Once I made the mistake of working on my computer, facing the same direction as he was, arm’s length apart from him but looking at my own computer and not his.  He was at a standing desk, I was sitting.  I was working merrily along, trying to build us a new company.  He walked out of the room, I assumed to go to the bathroom or talk to his kids (we worked at his home office).  Suddenly his wife came storming in and said, “you need to put your computer up on his desk so you can see his monitor at all times, because he can’t be trusted.”My friend, sheepishly, came back to his desk, right next to mine, an armlength away from me and started typing while his wife stood there with her head practically in flames.  He had been looking at pornography right next to me.  He had been flicking back and forth from what he was doing for work and what he was doing to feel arousal.  That moment was one of the last times I actually worked side by side with my friend.  It was probably the beginning of a rough patch in our friendship and certainly the beginning of the end of our business dealings.  You see he had been using me, as he had been using so many other people and things in his life, to keep him “safe”.  Once he no longer felt that I was able to keep him safe while he worked, we only worked together maybe two more times in the next 3 months.  I had watched and studied my friend for years at this point and I knew a few things about him.  Part of the reason I believe he had hired me was that I had been open with my struggle to overcome pornography use in my life and he desperately wanted to stop using pornography himself.  There are a lot of reasons he probably never will. He has, by his own estimate and his wife’s, had an episode a week on average for fifteen years with little change.  But that moment, the moment he viewed pornography while I was sitting next to him made me think of a moment in my own past that I feel so ashamed to admit. Until now, I’ve never told anyone, not even my wife.  I had done the same thing years earlier, on a sleepy road, in a little duplex, sitting on my couch with my friends in the room, facing me, while I was on my laptop.  I looked at pornography while I was chatting with my friends in my living room.  Until this moment, no one else but me knew it.  My friends, whom I...