When I first talked to my parents about wanting to join the military, I had told them I wanted to go the Green Beret route. My dad was a DAP for the 160th SOAR, and I was raised around operators...that was my influence at a young age. I was surrounded by men of a different caliber and that's what I aspired to amount to. My dad wouldn't sign my age waiver to enlist unless I went the Air Force route, so I looked into Air Force SOF and learned about CCT...that's when I knew what I wanted to do. I was unable to attain a vision waiver (I have terrible eye sight) unless I was already active duty, which is untrue, but I didn't know any better so I signed an open general contract under the impression I'd be able to switch to CCT during basic. I spent 3.5years as a Dental tech, not fitting in with my coworkers and overall pissed off with where I was career-wise. I got my shot to attend the Retrainee Assessment and used all of that hate and discontent as fuel...I used that as fuel for 2 years until I earned my beret. I went through a divorce, I went through a crushed foot and extensive rehab, I lost friends, I lost sleep...it didn't fucking matter, I had a goal and nothing would stop me until I achieved it. Never.Fucking.Quit.