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The direction in social work was never far from my mind. In reality, it was too close.
For 32 years, I worked as a salon owner. Hundreds of people filtered through my salon weekly
their faces covered with joy and distress and cynicismwanting to be heard in varying degrees
from hope to resignation. This was my unfiltered reality. This was life behind the salon door. And
there was something equally liberating for us all empathizing with them and providing viable
solutions to their unique problems. The satisfaction I saw on their faces provided me with a
feeling that a new haircut or money could not. These people trusted me.
Shortly after, I began working as a real estate agent. Helping people who thought they
could never own a home was something that would leave a lasting impression on me forever, and
I felt the beginning of a greater purpose for my life but when faced with my own life challenges,
I decided to travel back to Michigan. I had three suitcases to my name. Adapting was tough. That
translated into getting rejected from numerous jobs and sometimes staying with family and
friends. There were no breaks. The world persisted, and society continued unrelenting. As I
observed the people around me, I remember feeling very disconnected, very hopeless, as if I was
anchored to something. But after some time, I felt that hopelessness whisked away, replaced by a
burning curiosity, and desire to make a difference. I decided to pursue a college education.
My confidence started to grow. I no longer felt like a small woman in a big world. I was
connecting. I had purpose. That is when I knew I wanted something personal, a career that
enabled me to have an immediate impact on people. Naturally, as my collegiate experience
began, I enrolled in social sciences.
More time passed, and my curiosity grew stronger and stronger. After volunteering in
various capacities, I was certain I was on my way to making a positive difference by doing