Stories Come First
“I want to go back to school,” I said to my husband.
He gave me a side glance. I wasn’t sure if he was thinking, Really? You already have a law degree. Or, You think that’s a good idea after spending the last six years learning how to read, write, and walk again?
I understood his concern. I had miraculously survived a debilitating brain injury. Did I really want to go back to school and get a master’s degree? Spend all those hours studying? Yes. I did. I felt called.