Deep, for a Friday.

As I left my house this morning, I saw one of the neighborhood kids coming out of what I presume to be his house — and where someone I presume to be his parent parks his/her Osceola County Deputy patrol vehicle (haven't ever seen the driver). This got me to thinking: what combination of live events and/or chemistry and/or anything else makes someone want to be a law enforcement officer? Or for that matter, a career militarist? Or President? Or just about anything? Where do we start to get the push that sets our lives as we have known them in motion? I'd love to know if there was a single moment in my life when, if changed somehow, would have propelled me down a completely different path than the one I'm on now? If I hadn't dated Kristi in high school, whose love of all things Disney rekindled my own, would I have tried to get a job at The Disney Store, then gone to Disneyland with Marc, who subsequently chose to join the WDW College Program, and helped convince me to move to Orlando?

Or maybe I've seen just one too many "temporal anomaly" episodes on Star Trek.