Just three weeks ago after getting out of the VA hospital after a failed attempt at suicide. I then made a promise to myself that I would take my life back and do what it was that I had a passion for but had been neglecting this whole past year. I packed up all my camera gear and outdoor adventure gear from climbing equipment and ski gear everything that I acquired after six years of military service. I was doing it. I was doing what I loved and dreamed about. I was taking care of myself and doing the things that provided me purpose in life. Just a week ago. I rolled into Denver to attend the Outdoor Retailer trade show. In order that I might make my life and passion for photography more sustainable. On the second day of attending this trade show I left to get in my car and head home. With the intent to swing down to Moab and Zion’s and photograph some of the amazing and untouched places that few often go this time of year. To my horror as I approached the area I had parked my car it was nowhere to be found. Not only was my car missing but all of my camera equipment and outdoor gear. I don’t know how much if anything will be found. Just as fast as I felt my life coming together again, I was feeling it slip away. I lost my passions and my livelihood that day. I’m not asking for much. Anything that would help me get back on my feet some. I appreciate all the help that I can get.