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November 6, 2010
Debby Hornburg

I signed up for Occupational Therapy classes because I wanted a job that was secure. I wanted a job that would provide benefits for Tim and I. I wanted a job that offered continuing education credits. I'd been looking at the various degrees available at JCC. It was actually 'new' Mary who commented that 'if she were going back to school, she'd take up occupational therapy.' I looked in the paper, just like she told me to, and I saw that she was right. There were lots of jobs for Certified Occupational Therapists Assistants. I took a deep breath, trusted that there'd be one or two of those jobs around two years from now when I graduated, and I dove in. Well. 'Dove in' might not be completely accurate. It's more like I stepped off into the water, discovering almost immediately that it was a lot deeper than I thought. In fact there were spots where I was in over my head. Oh, let's be perfectly honest here. There have been those bright and shining moments when I was drowning.



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