“What are you going to do after high school?”
At fifteen years old, I expected people would only ask me about my life’s purpose when I graduated. Nope. I had two whole years of high school to go, but teachers—and strangers—started asking me “What’s next?” as if it was the same as “How’s the weather?”.
The truth was, I had no idea what I was going to do after graduation. I liked kids, and enjoyed school (shocking, I know). Teacher? I wasn’t fully convinced. Missions was definitely up there, but I knew university was a good idea for teaching.
With these questions still unanswered, I hopped on a plane to Southeast Asia…
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