I was thirty-nine, a husband, father, and the new owner of a house with a mortgage. For the past eleven years, I had been a faculty member of a medical residency program at the University of Alabama in Birmingham, School of Medicine. I thought my job was secure, but one day I walked into a faculty meeting, and our director informed us that the resiliency program had lost its government grant. We relied on that grant for all the operations of the residency program, from paper clips to salaries. By the end of the meeting, all of us knew we were out of a job.