"You are our perfect candidate. Intelligent, dedicated, hungry, humble. But the problem with you is that you are wasted here in academia. You need your hands in the muck to make a difference, so please, go do that. They'll tell you of the prestige, but I am begging you, please sacrifice your prestige for change. But promise me you'll teach at some point. You have to pass o the fire."
I remember that phone call. I listened. I am still listening till this day.
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Non-FictionThe world is catching up to what I have been living in for three years. So how do I start? One of my soldiers came home this month and its stirred up all the fears, the pain, the memories, and I have to get them out. Also, Gio is grading my ability...
