When I left the Army and returned home to
Baton Rouge, my dad asked me what I planned to do, and I I told him with my
military police background I had set up an interview with the Baton Rouge
Police Department. As I walked up the
sidewalk to my interview an older cop walked with me and after listening to my story,
he stopped me and told me not to go to my interview for I was not meant to be a
cop. I walked away from the interview
and started struggling around what I really wanted to do.
Within several weeks, I received a letter
from the CIA and I requested an interview, but that also didn’t feel
right. At some point, my mom’s happiness
around being a teacher felt right, so I started taking prerequisite courses at
LSU to become a teacher. By then my hair
was long / fizzy and I was teaching macrame classes at the student crafts
center. I was beginning to feel at home
without my dog tags, and discovering a warmer, calmer billy who was relearning
the joy of life moments. Be open to the
joy of life moments today.
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