I've always been interested in how we come to do the things we do in later life. For many, as for myself who spent a great number of my working years in academia, we drift into careers or professions. The lucky few recognize early on what they are given to do in life and pursue their mission from the start. I knew, but lacked the conviction or the confidence to follow what I intuitively knew to be my path. Like Edward Goldman, whose story follows, my mother reminded me often that I announced at age twelve my intention to be a poet. Then, after university, I got swept up in the need to make a living, start a family, be an upstanding citizen, and fell into education as the means to make that possible. It was not what I was supposed to be doing with my life, but I did it--not without recognition and reward, for which I'm duly grateful--until I had been slapped in the face enough times (metaphorically, that is) to rediscover my intended calling.
If there are readers out there who have similarly followed a false path, I'd love to hear from them.
In the meantime, here's Edward Goldman, the noted West Coast art critic, broadcaster, and educator, remembering that moment in his boyhood when his true vocation was made known to him.