When I was in high school, I knew exactly what I wanted to be. A doctor of physical therapy ... It was a short-lived dream. I learned quickly that I hate science. More than one biology course at a time had me pulling out my hair, and the only things I accomplished in Chemistry 102 were two lab assignments and barely passing a few tests – and breaking two crucibles and a bunsen burner.

Sound advice still sticks in my mind. “Do what you love to do first and the money will follow,” someone once told me. I wish I could credit the wise man on the mountain who said this but unfortunately, names don’t stick as well as good advice, just like nobody knows the name of who told them never to stick a finger in an electrical outlet.