"When I grow up...," Jamie said, "I want to be a firefighter." Jamie laughed to himself as he recalled that memory...so many things had happened since

At seven you could be anything you wanted to be. Seven was a great age, Jamie thought, free from so much of life that he wished he could return to that place where ignorance really was bliss. At seven, Jamie had been wildly imaginative. Not only had he wanted to be a firefighter, but an Astronaut was also one of his weekly whims. Don't forget to add to that list the police office, doctor, lawyer, and pilot he once envisioned himself being. Now though, at 19, anything looked good. Jamie had struggled through high school, never really settling on any one passion. He was smart, he just didn't have the drive that he needed to succeed, or that others thought was needed for success. He finished high school, just not with the flying colors that everyone had envisioned. College was OK at best, but he only made it through his first year. A year was long enough to know that Jamie just didn't know what he wanted, so why waste the time and energy spinning your wheels, and money, for nothing? No, Jamie was passionate, he just didn't know where to direct it.