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How Business Saved My Life (ThenAlmost Ruined It)I STARED AT THE GUN in my duffel bag.If I just point it at these cops, they’ll end my miserable life for me.Wiping the sweat from my eyes, I peered into the rearview mirror. Twoarmed police officers were racing toward my car. I’d just led them on ahigh-speed chase and crashed into the side of a house. They’d finally caughtup and had every reason to fire on sight. It was game over.Hopelessness flooded me. Memories of a lifetime of troubled antics.Shoplifting in grade school. Stints in group homes in middle school. Gettingbooted from high school.When my mom found drugs, money, and stolen guns at our house, she’dfinally had enough and called the cops. But my brother Pierre tipped me off,so instead of waiting around to get arrested, I took the $63 he offered andwent on the run, hiding in hunting camps and crashing on friends’ couches.Finally, after weeks of trying to stay one step ahead of the police, I decidedto leave my small Canadian town of Moncton, New Brunswick, and head toMontreal, where my uncle lived.I stole a car and left town—but I didn’t get far. I was on the road only ashort time when I hit a random roadblock. Feeding the cops a bogus storyabout forgetting my driver’s license, as soon as they turned their backs tolook up my info in their computer, I gunned the engine and sped away