When I was 17 my life ambition was to be a pastry chef. It was my dearest life’s ambition. I even went as far as to apply to the Le Cordoun Bleu school in Scottsdale, AZ. I was accepted and I was so excieted to embark on the path to becoming a famous chef. I wanted to win competitions and maybe even have my own show on the Food Network. I totally ignored the fact that the cost of the 9 month certificate program was nearly $90,000. I was young, idealistic, and had no idea the value of an education. I also didn’t know that there was a community college in St. Paul, MN (200 miles from my home, rather than 1500 miles from my home) that had the same program for a fraction of the cost. In fact, I have since considered getting that certificate. I believe it would cost a grand total of $2000.
If you had asked me then, I would have told you that my life was over. I was a fairly dramatic 17-year-old. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I knew I wanted to go to college, so I just kept taking classes and now I’m finally figuring out what I’m doing and where I want to go. Maybe fame and fortune are still within reach. And maybe, just maybe, my dreams will be able to make a difference for someone else.
I can imagine that had I gone to Le Courdon Bleu my life would be a lot like Big Dan’s. Working in a diner, living vicariously through others, and crippled with the knowledge that I could do better. In short, that car accident is possibly the best thing that ever happened to me. Now I’m making my own dreams, walking through life with people I love (and who love me), excited about the future.