I don’t have a cool life-or-death story.
I didn’t almost die from a snowboarding accident.
I was a working mom with a good job. The money was good, the benefits were great, and the people were smart and nice.
I had a cute little private office and the company was doing interesting work. I had created my own department, and everything we did was based on something I had built. (For a control freak like me, this is a very pleasant.)