I got married. We'd just graduated high school. My parents and grandparents gave us enough $$ to live on for 3 months, so I had 3 whole months to find work. Found a job at a service station within a week. It was only a few blocks from our apartment, but we used part of the money my folks gave us to buy a cheap car. By the fall, I was also attending college (that's why we needed the car) and we got pregnant. So, I found a higher paying job and a bigger place; a house with a yard. Grant was born the following spring, college got interrupted, I took an even better job, repeat X3, and then she left...my wife did.
And as a single dad, I pretty much stuck with that pattern; took classes, moved to where I could get a better job, repeat.
Through various college courses I earned either a BA degree or a job-related certification or license. I've been a lithographer, a psychiatric technician, a heavy equip operator, a phlebotomist, a CNA, a Residential Care Specialist and then Behavioral Specialist (for the developmentally disabled), and a Search/Retrieve diver (scuba). There's at least a couple more I can't think of right now. Oh! Most recently; a foster parent license, but there's a couple of others too.