When I was nearing the end of high school I had no idea what I wanted to do. I knew I liked computers but at the time I didn’t know what Computer Science was. Besides, my local Junior College didn’t have a Computer Science program. Best they could do was Business Administration.
Like any lost teen I decided I’d go talk to my local Marine recruiter. Yes, I was going to be a Marine until I could figure out who I was and who I wanted to be. I was kind of rudderless.
That night, after talking to the recruiter, I went home, thought about it, and decided I should join. They could teach me how to be a computer programmer. That’s what I really wanted.
Not long after making that decision I had sudden death while taking batting practice and spent the next month in the hospital, in a coma.
When I woke up, went through a battery of tests, and was allowed to return home, my grandfather told me “I got a call from a Marine recruiter while you were in the hospital. I told them they wouldn’t want you any longer.”
That’s how I didn’t become a Marine.
No complaints.