Highschool was always a rough time for me, I had no idea where I was going and what I was going to do with my life. One of my teachers had a talk with me and suggested I join the military. I followed his advice and chose the branch that best fit my goals; The U.S Air Force. To me joining seemed like the easiest and best way to go. I always dreamt of flying planes so working on them seemed like the second-best option for me.
I served in the air force for six years, I was stationed in Germany, Korea and Japan. Being overseas gave me many opportunities to travel and enjoy my time in the military. I was fortunate to meet a lot of great co-workers, mentors and friends. These people motivated me to be the best I could be. They always supported me and advised me to go back to school to follow my dream but I got complacent and used to the lifestyle provided for me. I decided to take the easy ride until I got a wakeup call.
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