I could say getting married, but that worked out.
I suppose it is packing up from Florida, where I’d lived my whole life, and moving the entire family to North Carolina without ever having been there. It was a new job, a new house, a new career, and a complete change of life. I was in my late 30’s so it was not one of those teenage roadtrips.
As it turned out, it set me on the course of a great place to live, out of the Florida heat and tourist trap living, and gave me financial security for the rest of my life.
While the job was still in the Tech industry, it was in an area that I’d never been a part of. In the interview, I got asked what I knew about Networking Hardware, and I (honestly) said that I was not well-versed.
My answer was that since this was a job dealing with the press, I knew what they wanted and my strengths were there. I nailed the interview, and we just up and left in a couple of weeks.
Delusions of Adequacy 
Pulled out a handgun on a man who had beaten my friend badly when she dated him,he came to her home for a repeat after she (rightly so)left him,I was there,told him was not going to call the cops but a ambulance,he left.
I am very grateful he left.
The sad part was I until that point was friends with him and her,really thought he was a good guy for years,not sure what happened there.
She moved out of state back to her brothers home,smart move but she should not have had to do that.
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I don’t think I’ve regretted any of the risks I’ve taken in life. I’ve only regretted when I played it safe.
Risks taken: job changes, taking assignments at work when I didn’t know the technologies involved, cold calling strangers on road trips, 7,000 mile road trips without having a plan on where I was headed, asking for raises, challenging the experts.
Played it safe: didn’t ask her out
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Hooked up with a woman com-freakin-PLETE-ly diff’rent from what I grew up with. Fiery woman with a shady past, unpredictable and possibly lethal Pinay.
Majority of the guys I went to school with are divorced at LEAST once, and some are estranged from their own kids.
I’ve been with mine since ’61 . . . no regrets. A few narrow escapes, some confusion at times, and she’s become a bit of a religious zealot as she mentally prepares for the end . . . but no regrets.
She’s 89 and I’m 86 and we’re still walkin, talkin, and livin together.
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