I was thirty two, single, dead end job, depressed, and felt unwanted and useless. So I turned to a higher power and asked "Why am I here?, All I do is fail and suffer. Please help me understand why I live on while others who seem to have their crap together and are loved die too early?" Something like that. Anyway the next day a friend gave me a guitar. I played and got fairly proficient, but as a reggae enthusiast, was drawn to the sound of the bass. I knew I wanted to play bass. The guitar gave me confidence in myself, so I went out and bought a bass and practice amp totaling $150. I was kicking myself for spending that money, then I fell in love with playing bass. I am 38 now and live for music. I started a band, and we have been together for four years.