If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm Chris James.  I was born in the summer of 83.  I got started with computers at a very young age, when my parents bought our first PC, which was a 286, running DOS and Windows 3.1.  I had some good mentors as a child that taught me how computers, networks, and their software worked together and communicated with each other.  This sparked something in me that became a passion on in to my late teens.  At 12 years old, I would stay up late in to the night, trying usernames and passwords that I had sweet talked out of secretaries at various companies, chatting with buddies on IRC, staying up to date of my favorite BBS's, reading my 2600 magazines, taking old phones apart to make new phreaking tools, playing Quake, watching Hackers or replaying AcidBurn's boob shot(I was 12, and it was Angelina Jolie..), or just looking through pages of code for some new virus. Sometimes this would go on until just a few minutes before my parents would come in to wake me up for school, Then, faking sleepiness, I would crawl out of bed, inhale my breakfast, brush my teeth, then jump back in front of my monitor until it was time to catch the bus.  
    My early teen years went about the same way, playing soccer, upgrading my computer, building computers for family and friends, playing technical support to my older family members, and exploring the woods around my house.  This trend continued up until I graduated high school, while holding a few different jobs doing technical support, troubleshooting, web design, and some network maintenance.  After high school, I went to Ivy Tech Community college, majoring in computer networking and security.   Around that time, I started making some bad decisions, and hanging out with the wrong people, and got involved in drugs and drinking to much.  That pattern lasted for year or so, and then slowed down, but didn't completely go away.
    January of 2005, I met my wife, Melissa.  That is when things started to calm down a little bit.  One reason for this was that she had a two year old son, Logan, that I credit for a majority of my recovery.  He was the cutest, smartest two year old I had ever met.  Around this time, I lost interest in computers, and sitting behind a desk in general.  Melissa's brother in law offered to help me get into Local 22, the Indianapolis Ironworker's Union.  I felt that I had finally found where I belonged.  I became a connector, which is one of usually two guys that are up in the air putting together and securing the skeleton of the building.  During this time, I got to work with and learn from some really great guys.  I loved it!  The adrenaline, the conquering of fears, was a whole new adventure.  After I finished the apprenticeship, I became a foreman for a few different companies, and felt I was on the right track.  Then I hit that proverbial top of the ladder.  Sure, I could have moved up a little more, but the pay increase was not worth the stress or workload.  Around this time, I started to become burnt out with the job, and always being away from my family.  To get ahead, I had to put in 60-70 hrs, which didn't leave a lot of room for family time.  I also tried to spend some time researching and learning about the things that I was interested in, including health, herbs, preparedness, and our dwindling freedoms. 


Fast forward to the summer of 2012, we now had three children, and seeing the uptick in violence and crime in Indianapolis, we made the decision to build a home on the 12 acres we bought down in South Central Indiana.  So,  for the next 10 or so months,  we planned out and started building our log home in the woods.  During this process,  we met a couple that I am sure will be lifelong friends of ours! Mike and Tonia Coulter,  of T&M Log Homes.  They walked us through the whole design process,  helped us find someone to set the logs and dry it in. We were so happy with his work that we ended up using him for some of the interior two that we ended up not being able to do because of time restraints.  Mike and Tonia are wonderful people,  and we couldn't be happier with them.  We moved in to our home that next May. 


Let food be thy medicine, and medicine be thy food
— Hippocrates

My goals

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