Jim Fulmer said:
Chris, I was right there also at 25(1990) making 12-15K a year on the side so I could Farm just like I always wanted to, wheat was $2. 00 a bushel, cattle were ok if you had the time and money to invest in them and the oil field (second job) was going south fast, that's when I bit the bullet and joined the Navy, so here I am at 50K+ a year and just short of 6 years from drawing a pension..... even though it's not huge for the rest of my life, the Farm is still there (Mom lives there now) and it's about to go into grass... ... . why, it still doesn't make anything. I couldn't see all of this happening 14 years ago but I see it now, I'm not saying Join up but ask yourself if this is what I want to do for the rest of my life!
Jim
I was 19 and headed nowhere with my life. I was working two jobs: waiting tables and doing paint finishing at a body shop (color sanding, buffing, etc). Money was OK, but I KNEW that there is NO WAY I could make a future for myself doing this. Never mind any wife or kids that may come down the line.
Well, I took a plunge and recited: "IF IT'S GOING TO BE, IT'S UP TO ME. "
Having remembered my long-forgotten dream of going to the Air Force Academy, I decided that I didn't need to be an officer or a flyboy, I would be just fine being an enlisted man. I figured joining the USAF would give me something I didn't have at the time: options and hope.
So I walked over to the recruiter and asked how soon I could leave. I was 19 and itching to get out of the house and get on my own. He had a job in aircraft fuel system repair that would let me leave in three weeks. I took it.
That was truly a fork in the road of my life. After joining the AF, I had a stable (but modest) income and a job I mostly enjoyed. But then opportunity came my way. They were taking applications for the USAF Academy from people who were enlisted! The vast majority of Academy cadets go there right after high school. I decided that I would set aside my fear of the unknown in exchange for not having to live with the unbearable regret of: WHAT IF I WOULD HAVE TRIED?
So rather than tell myself no, I decided I was going to make THEM tell me that I couldn't make it, that I wouldn't get in. I went through the application process and did everything I could. I struggled throught the PT test, went through another battery of medical tests, and had interviews and papers to write. I never expected to get in.
So I spent the next few weeks waiting for the call or letter to tell me that I had officially been "not selected". It never came. Instead, I got a letter telling me to report to Colorado Springs in June of 1996. I WAS IN!
To this day, I have no idea how or why I was accepted. My grades were OK (i guess), and SATs and stuff were maybe a little better than average, but I know the kinds of achievements that my USAFA classmates had done, and I simply didn't compare. I mean, most of the cadets I knew there were Who's Who, Honor Society, All-American, perfect 1600 SATs, etc. They were poster children. I was a knuckle dragging wrench turner.
I have decided that getting into the Academy (and actually getting to graduate) was nothing logical-- it was just an undeserved blessing from God. There's simply no explanation for it.
So here I am now, five years after graduation, an AF Captain. I am happily married, have my first child, a job that is both the best and worst in the world, and I feel like my life is headed in the right direction.
Ask Jim Fulmer-- He'll tell you that I'm overpaid :-laf :-laf
But it ALL goes back to the day that I walked into the recruiter's office and decided to make something happen. Had I not done that, I'd probably still be going from one dead end job to another, just another sad story of a person with some potential who never sees it realized at all. I never would have gone to college, or met the woman I married.
If you find yourself at a crossroads similar what *I* was at, then you should think about the longest term, and the road that will give you options and some hope. I believe that almost every path that offers hope and options includes some kind of schooling, probably a Bachelor's.
Sorry so long. My story isn't probably that interesting or relevant, but there you have it.
Justin