I'll never forget the feeling as I handed the cashier my credit card.
I was on vacation with my family- wife, daughter and two boys. The kids, who were pretty young at the time, spotted an ice cream shop and asked if we could go. They were so excited.
But I had a secret. My painting business was failing and I was dead broke. Too embarrassed to deny my kids excitement, we headed into the ice cream shop. My wife and I skipped the ice cream and instructed the kids to only get a single scoop each.
As the cashier ran my card, I prayed it would go through.
It's one of the lowest points in my life. I had failed as a provider.
How did this happen?