I've learned over the years that I'm not a people person, I'm most happy dealing with animals. And while the lows break my heart the highs are worth it. I struggled with alcohol, drugs and lived a violent past. I learned that my social anxiety drove me to drink and self medicate so I could function in the life I was living, as a bouncer/doorman at various clubs.
I was miserable, this life and the animals saved me, gave me a second chance. So I do what I can for animals. It has been a blessing to me and my family.
My wife is a saint, she puts up with me, she is a people person and handles the situations where discretion is needed on rescues. I handle the parts where intimidation and "just give me a reason" is required. Although at 45 I'm not nearly as intimidating as I used to be