Chance didn't grow up a musician. He picked up guitar at 27, right after his oldest was born, on his dad's old dried-out dreadnought he found in a closet. He restrung it, learned three chords off the internet, and got hooked on the fact that a guitar is a solvable problem: six strings, some math, some muscle memory, and daily reps.
He plays at the kitchen table after the kids are down. He started teaching because neighbors kept asking him to show them. He's dry, not warm-fuzzy, but he's dependable. He'll fix one thing at a time and let you be bad at it for a while.