For eight years I worked in the banking industry. I counted thousands of dollars, bundled it up, told people no Helped them apply for loans and became friends with many whom I wished I could have done more for. I pondered how they could live their lives in the hole that is a life without financial freedom, while living in that same ever gaping hole myself. I spent every day checking my account, watching the balance deplete itself and paying my bills on time. Then, I woke up one morning and decided that I was so unhappy there that I just couldn't go back, but of course: I had to In January I left that job, in search of a new venture. After much prayer, for the right job, I still haven't finished my degree, still a work in progress at San Antonio's UIW: my dream school. ( I used to pass UIW on the way to my grandmother's house and dream about being a "college kid." It would take some time, some effort and at lot of hard learned lessons, but I'd finally figure out on my own that getting into a private university is really not all that hard, no one EVER told me I could do what I wanted to do.)
