Well, my parents were fairly prominent Civil Rights workers in Memphis when I was growing up, so naturally I've always been interested in subjects that need brains but that people tend to give more emotion than reason to.l
I became a professional student, and, ultimately, a research a writing consultant for folks working on provocative social issues.
When my mother ultimately, in similar fashion, evolved into one of North America's leading authorities on the treatment of sexually aggressive children and sexually abusive juveniles, I ended up working for her. It was a serious problem, and, because it involved sex & children, just about nobody was capable of thinking clearly much less acting rationally about it (as it deserately needs). I had no plans to do it for a living.
20 years later (as of this past January), I realized I'd gotten sucked into something more because it needed doing than because it was what I needed to be doing. As mid-life crises go buying a corvette would have been easier, but, instead, I've gone back to school to get my doctorate and plan to finally stop fighting it and go into teaching like I'd always originally planned.
I just finished my first semester.
While I realize the poor pay and bureaucratic B.S. that scared me off of teaching originally is even worse now, as I've gotten older I've realized that nothing else in this world would make me so happy as a room full of kids who are forced by law to sit there and listen to me tell them how they ought to think....