Shortly after the worst of Hurricane Katrina, I was a volunteer along with a couple of close friends who worked for the USCG in a disaster relief team. In the month we ‘helped’ we amassed around 36k of victims valuables instead of rescue efforts. We wanted to start a company but We didn’t want to deal with a partnership to sell a percentage of our company for a loan, let alone the assets of an insurance policy and the equity needed for that as well. It was all just a horse and pony show to fund our now very successful business today… and for the first time, I’m feeling the ever so impending guilt and realization that the very foundation of our success was built from the pain, grief and loss of others. I’ve married the women of my dreams, and we have two little ones and another on the way, bought a house with the mortgage considerable paid, financially anchored, two cars, fantasy league Fridays, BBQ monthly’s, you know, ‘The American Dream’. And to come out and admit this will in all honestly would unfold everything I’ve worked for. This secret is going to rot from the inside out. I don’t know what I should do…