When I was a little kid people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I simply answered "Happy".

As I got older I learned what I enjoyed doing and I had some ideas.

First I wanted to be teacher, then I wanted to be an engineer, then I wanted to be a teacher again, then I became homeless so I had only the dream of getting enough of a job to get a roof over my head.

Then life got harder once I left highschool and basically all the support I was getting went away. I was homeless and I had a job that I was dumping all of my money into going to school to try and make it work. I really wanted to be a teacher.

Then some stuff happened causing life to get even harder and I dropped out. What little support I had went away.

I still had dreams of being a teacher as soon as I could get my life together.

Then my life fell apart further.

And further.

Eventually I got my life together enough to try again. But then life got hard again and I had to make a call. Risk homelessness again or drop out again.

I drive a forklift now... I have for nearly a decade and I'll probably drive it for a long long time more.

Sometimes I think about becoming a teacher, but finances being what they are nowadays I could never afford the schooling and rent. And with what teacher's salaries are if I took loans I'd never be able to pay them back.