I never had a propensity to say, “Poor me,” when something went wrong. When I found myself going through a divorce that I never thought would happen, I quickly determined that even though my home life was coming apart, it made little sense to let my work life do the same. By then, there would have been twenty to thirty people at the company. I spent hours at the office every day with these people. They had become my work family, friends, associates, and confidants. I knew what I wanted most at that moment was to be there for my children, Courtney, Jessica, and CJ. (CJ calls himself Christopher now, but if he indulges me, I’ll refer to him as Christopher, Jr. or CJ throughout this book.) But I also knew that complaining about what I was going through wouldn’t help (not that I didn’t complain at all). I needed to focus first on what I wanted most—for the kids to have what they needed, to be able to make it to their games or practices, and to get them to school on time with homework done and lunches packed. I had to focus on being at home when I was at home, and then I could focus on being at work when I was at work. My brother Steve stepped up more than ever during these times and helped me run the business. He was the company’s savior, and he certainly saved me at a time when I needed to focus on creating success at home. Not letting the business fall into disrepair was important because losing my income would only make things worse.