When I was young, I knew I wanted to spend my life helping people.
At first, I thought that meant becoming a neurologist. I was fascinated by the human brain and believed that if I could understand how people think, I could help change their lives.
Life, however, rarely follows a straight path.
After high school, I worked as a plumber's assistant. Over time, I became a master plumber, built a successful career, and started a family. It was honest work, and I was proud of it.
Then one ordinary day changed everything. I was walking down the stairs at the Atlantic Avenue train station in Brooklyn, NY, when a single thought stopped me in my tracks:
“What happened to the person who wanted to help people and change minds?”
I realized that while I was helping people by repairing plumbing systems and installing boilers, I wasn't fulfilling the purpose I had imagined for my life.
I went back to school and earned a bachelor's degree in psychology. Initially, I believed clinical psychology was my calling, but I earned a master's degree in Industrial and Organizational Psychology instead. Once again, life had another lesson waiting for me.
While watching a documentary about immigrants coming to the United States in search of safety, opportunity, and a better future, I realized that I had finally found the community I had been searching for all along. I understood that teaching English was never just about vocabulary or grammar.
It was about independence. It was about dignity. It was about giving people the confidence to participate fully in their communities, pursue better careers, help their children, and eventually become citizens of the country they had chosen to call home.