Like so many high school seniors who were preparing to graduate, I looked forward to completing that stage of my education, but I didn’t have the slightest idea what I wanted to do next.
My dad wanted me to follow him into engineering, my grandmother wanted me to be a missionary (and then tell all I testified to that she was the one who led me onto that path), my cousin Joe wanted me to follow him into the Army’s Airborne school and be a paratrooper; my mom wanted me to be anything but a paratrooper and the list went on and on.
Don’t get me wrong. I had done some investigating, but the results were juvenile.
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