Jon Hancock5:34
Well, I had gotten out of the Marine Corps at the end of '09 and went right into University of Maryland. I was double majoring in Arabic and Russian. I already spoke those languages, so I was going to kind of phone it in. But as I kept going through class, I was having a lot of problems assimilating and dealing with coming back from eight tours in combat and then listening to these college kids just spout this nonsense. I couldn't align with it, I couldn't listen to them anymore, and I found the bars instead of going to class. So I was drinking a lot. There's the first DUI, then there's a second one almost a year to the day after the first one. After that second one, for some reason the cop didn't arrest me and he dropped me back off home, and I decided I was going to end it that night. So I went in and I looked myself in the mirror and I said, 'Hey man, you're a big piece of junk. You've kind of degraded your name, your family's name, the Marine Corps name. You don't need to be here. You're not a good father, you're not a good son, you're not a good friend.' So I started emptying pills into my stomach. And as those pills started to take hold, I was realizing that I was dying and I didn't want to do that. So I hopped in my car, which was about 400 meters from my house at the time, drove to the Baltimore VA Hospital from College Park, Maryland. It's about a 45-minute trip. I made that trip in about 17 minutes. I was cooking. I broke every law on the road to try to save myself. I got to the emergency room, told them what I had done, immediately they whisked me back into some room, and there it is: tubes, nodes, and then I'm handcuffed to a bed. It was all pretty bad. So I wound up in the psych ward in the Baltimore VA Hospital. I was there for about five or six days. As I was sitting there, I think it was one of the last days I was there, on the news there was a guy named Mike Feely. He'd started something called Legacies Alive, and man, he was just an inspiration to me. He had been walking one kilometer for each person being killed in Iraq or Afghanistan since the '01 kickoff, and he was ending at the Army-Navy game at M&T Bank Stadium in Baltimore in about a month after that. He was going to end at halftime, and it just spoke to me. I got out of the psych ward, realized I wanted to do this, realized I wanted to go meet with my brothers that I served with in the Battle of Ramadi, meet with the Gold Star families of the fallen, and kind of tell them what I had done. Maybe this was almost a penance walk for me, if you will. In the beginning, I'm kind of trying to tell people that I'm sorry, reaching out for my own sanity, my own help. So I got on a mountain bike because I didn't know how to do this. I was 308 pounds. I had been eating and drinking my feelings for years. So I got on a mountain bike and I rode my mountain bike for like 10 months and went from 308 to 198 pounds, and then said, 'Okay, now I can go walk across the country.' So September 11th, 2015, 1:15 in the morning. There's no significance for that time, I was just super excited to go and I couldn't sleep and I was like, 'Screw it, I'm just going to go now.' So I started walking. 5,807 miles later, 19 states, seven pairs of shoes, I ended December 12th, 2016 at the Camp Pendleton 5th Marines War Memorial Gardens.