My story is pretty typical. I had dreams of being a writer (and still do), but was pulled off the rails by the usual need for food and shelter. I've had a good run doing administrative work, but it's hardly the dream. Give me even the slightest book deal and I'll never work a spreadsheet again.
Outside of that, I've been lucky. I have a supportive family, good friends, and a full head of hair. (Some of them gray, but still.) I've never taken a lot of chances, though, so it's about time that I did.
I am also fairly tall, which I hear is a draw.