The flood was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I shared a four-bedroom house with my depressed mother, two brothers, one of whom is mentally disabled, an alcoholic grandfather, a hard-working grandmother, an uncle and his two daughters, and thirteen animals. This perpetual chaos was compounded by my family lacking the inclination and to fix my room. The hazardous environment created could never be conducive to learning. Education was my first priority, so it didn’t take …show more content…
There, my pride and guilty conscious led me to help her in any way I could, including cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring. Anxiety began to creep in as I realized the importance of getting a job to support myself, and I started searching for anyone who would be willing to hire a high schooler and offer decent pay—not an easy task. Megan Seuter, the mother of a friend of mine and owner of a local business, Explosive Countermeasures International (ECI), offered me a job as the company’s unofficial secretary, and I began working there in October 2014. People teased me, but they didn’t understand how serious a job it was. One mistake on my part could lead to severe repercussions, and not necessarily with Mrs. Seuter, but with the