Through very little thought or planning on my part, my work life fell into place and eventually developed into a career plan.
When I was twenty, I started working in a clerical job at a federal law enforcement agency, and over the next eight and a half years, I progressed from clerk to stenographer to secretary. At my supervisor's suggestion, I started taking college courses at night so I could eventually get a degree and become an agent.
I wouldn't say I was passionate about the work, but it was a steady job with great benefits and would provide a solid retirement when I turned fifty.
After a year of night classes, I decided to quit my job and go to college full time with the intention of coming back after graduation. All was going according to plan until one Friday night a few weeks before I was due to leave my job to start college. On that night one of the men I worked with, a man I trusted, raped me, and my life would never be the same.
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