Solve problems and stop failing with PHP

Imagine living in a 500 square-foot store, in a strip mall. The back half of the business was as expected, with a bathroom, 2 small offices, and work area. The front was a bedroom barely large enough to hold a bed, and a living room barely able to contain a couch and TV. The only thing separating the living room from the sidewalk, and the busy main street, was paper taped onto the floor to ceiling windows. And behind that, some vertical blinds to make it more home-like.

In 1996, that was my life. I was broke, and could no longer afford an apartment, so I moved into the front half of my failing business. I had one employee, who believed in me so much they were willing to donate their spare time to help me because I couldn’t afford to pay them.

Up to that point in my life, I had never made more than $9,000 in a single year. I was a failure, and couldn’t find a way out. I was living by eating a single Subway $5 foot-long sub…each day…for weeks, because that is all I could afford and I didn’t have a kitchen. And friends contributed cigarettes to keep that habit alive.

“I was living on a single Subway $5 foot-long sub…each day”

To top things off, I was experiencing anxiety attacks multiple times each day. After a couple of trips to the emergency room convinced I’d had a heart attack, I finally gave up going there because the bill was already thousands that would continue dragging my credit rating even farther down.

But then, something happened that changed my life as a nurse in the emergency room was asking me general health questions, such as age, height, weight, how much did I smoke/drink? (I answered 2 packs of cigarettes and 2 pots of coffee a day.) She looked at me with caring eyes and asked, “Do you think God intended you to put that much poison into your body?”

For some reason, I’d never thought of my bad habits in that manner, and it made sense to me. So, at that moment I quit smoking and stopped drinking coffee. This caused me to suffer from bronchial spasms severe enough I could visually see my chest quivering despite wearing a shirt, and even more anxiety attacks over the following month.

I moved in with family at the age of 30 and started searching for a job. In northeast Ohio, that is no small task. That area of the country has been abandoned for so long that the population of Youngstown, Ohio has declined from 160,000 in the ’70s to only 60,000’ish in 2017. (http://worldpopulationreview.com/us-cities/youngstown-oh-population/)

Finally, I found a job selling cars for about a year, which paid fairly well. And luckily a friend of my mom offered me a job as a service person with a cabinetry company, which was the best job I’d ever had to that point. I loved it and thrived.

As one part of the job, I generated my own reports allowing me to grow quickly over a couple of years from District manager to Area manager. As I was being considered for Regional manager, the company offered me a job in Florida generating reports for the entire country, which meant I needed to move to Florida. I took it, and in 2000 I moved to West Palm Beach.

This is when I was introduced to programming as the events of 911 caused me to lose my job. In 2002 I started learning to program with PHP and accepted funding from Florida to get some training to learn system administration.

After a job as a system administrator, I decided I liked web programming more and focused on finding a new job doing that.

Over the following years, I continued gaining skills and moved from one job to the next to ensure my level of compensation kept up with my newly acquired skills. I also took up long distance ultra-running, and Judo, as I continued to improve my life and grow personally.

Today, as a senior/architect level web developer, who has also worked as a consultant and now as a developer advocate, I’ve gained much over the past 21 years with many amazing accomplishments.

Maybe I would have achieved these things regardless of the technology used, and PHP enabled me to do it more easily than I think any other programming/scripting language would have. Looking back, it was the approachability of PHP that allowed me to start solving problems quickly and allowed me to continue growing my skills as PHP itself continued to mature.

You may ask, “Why are you sharing this?”. Or you may get the impression I’m bragging. And perhaps that is a little true. But most of all I wish to share 3 thoughts, which is why I am sharing my story in such an open way.

#1 – If you are down on your luck, and struggling to get by. Know that as long as you continue to push forward, great things will eventually happen. Don’t stop.

#2 – If you are doing well, and feel comfortable. Don’t look down on others who may not be doing so well. And, if you are able, help those less fortunate. I am not saying to give them money, or things. Because I know, from experience, that will not really help them. (unless they truly need that level of help) What I’m saying is, be supportive, and don’t let them stay down alone. Encourage them to continue pushing, even though it is hard and they want to give up.

#3 – Don’t look down on PHP. There are many technologies available to do various things. But I feel PHP is still the easiest way for beginners to get started, and to facilitate growing their skills. Though I’ve learned other stacks, I still use PHP to solve problems.

And, though I continue to have frequent anxiety attacks…because that never seems goes away. I’m a much different person than I was 21 years ago living in a storefront, and you can/will be too in the years that follow.

So, what are your experiences? Don’t be ashamed to share. There are others who need your story. Let me know it, in the comments.

Delayed anxiety, never forgotten

Today I read a blog post from a local developer, Chris Russell, in which he describes how he is struggling with anxiety, stress nightmares, and sleeplessness due to a past job and the stress it caused. I wrote a blog post about this in the past, but will share more personal experiences here because Chris’s experience led me to recall something I deal with on a daily basis, and have dealt with for the past 17 years. (No, it never goes away.)

As we grow older the memories of the past become more and more clear, and 17 years “feels” like yesterday. Even as I say that number it’s hard to believe it was that long ago, yet here we are in 2015. So recalling this is not a problem. Well, actually it is a problem because the memories suck, though the fact I can recall it is sweet.

At that point in my life I was on the verge of closing a failed business. I was smoking 2 packs of cigarettes and drinking 2 pots of coffee each day, and dealing with the stresses of bill collectors, not being able to pay employees, and possibly being homeless soon. All while living on a single meatball sub each day because I couldn’t afford anything else to eat. My life had become one HUGE ball of stress and failure.

One evening I was trying to relax, and was sitting on my couch watching something stupid on TV (most things on TV are stupid), and felt a sudden heat in my chest. I felt as if I had a pool of warm water right where my heart was, and fully expected to look down and see exactly that. There wasn’t any pain, just a warm “oozy” feeling. Following this I was filled with sudden feelings of TERROR! No, not the scared feeling we get from watching a frightening movie or riding a roller coaster. This was sheer TERROR ripping through my body and mind. I “knew” I was about to die at 32 years old. Not knowing what else to do I called 911 for an ambulance. (I was alone, because nobody wants to be around a failure.)

After a night in the ER, of which I had a couple more in the following month as I finished closing the business, I was diagnosed as having a panic attack driven by anxiety. They prescribed some anxiety drugs and sent me home. (I only took the drugs a couple times because they caused feelings of paranoia, so I flushed them.)

On one trip the ER I had a fairly attentive doctor who actually talked with me about what was happening. He said that these attacks were likely spurred on by previous months of high stress, rather than what I was experiencing at the moment. It turns out that anxiety builds over time, and attacks can be the result of stress experienced up to 6 months prior as a delayed response. So things like divorce, job stress, fights with loved ones, unsolved problems, auto accidents, past due bills, disgruntled employees, and pretty much anything else that can cause stress doesn’t manifest itself immediately. Our minds and bodies can take up to 6 months to fully process it and manifest them in physical ways.

All of this is what led me to change my life. I stopped smoking, stopped drinking coffee (caffeine free herbal tea became my friend), got a new job, and moved in with family until I got back on my feet, and started doing things proactively rather than waiting for things to happen to me.

Times are brighter now, and I have experienced many successes. But the anxiety always remains and NEVER goes away. I opened the Pandora’s box by allowing stress to run me and will pay the piper for the rest of my life. Terror is only one missed indicator away from taking over. But I manage it by keeping stress levels low, keeping busy, staying physically fit, and recognizing symptoms before they escalate. My journey continues.

To those of you who have not experienced this, please do not let stress build up. Handle things early, because this is not the way to live. For those who do experience this, relax, it does get easier with time and alertness.