Life seems to take many detours. After high school back in ninety-seven I started college at North Harris; the goal was to become a dental hygienist. Impatience grew strong so I decided to get my foot in the door and became a dental assistant. Absolutely despising that environment I took a break on my future and waited tables. I met a professional massage therapist attending a party one night and had no idea you could make a living by massaging people. The future was now taking a turn and not only was I doing something I enjoyed but people enjoyed my services. After all these years, I decided a backup career needed that would provide more of a stable paycheck. College here I come once again!
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