The Birth Of A Career
T
hroughout my school
days, I was an extremely
and unusually quiet
student. Perhaps what would
be considered a “nerd” today?
I was into major heavy duty
reading, a voracious reader if
you will… and I always enjoyed
writing.
I was the kid in the class who
always had “a hand raised”
eager to answer. And eager to
learn, because I was so keen on
education, I’d be the one who’d
remind the teacher, “you forgot
our homework assignment,”
DOZ Magazine | March 2019
C D Swanson
which always brought about
a “cacophony of groans and
moans.” Needless to say, I was
hardly the popular girl due
to my vigor and appetite for
acquiring a higher level of
knowledge.
You might say that I looked
forward to school, assignments,
and doing well with my grades.
I would awaken with a heady
anticipation knowing it was
another day to learn. Until one
particularly grim day….It was
a day that changed my overall
countenance and demeanor, and
10
one that would greatly influence
the rest of my life going forward.
I was in the ladies room when
the late school bell rang. After
washing my hands, I gathered
my books walking out into the
corridor. I was still “studying”
in my mind preparing for the
history test that I was to take
that morning, as I picked up my
pace.
The hallway was empty the
students in their classrooms,
when suddenly, out of nowhere,
I felt an overwhelmingly
paralyzing pain on the right side