that everybody was hanging out and slowly but surely without meaning to I kind of wandered my way into being a staff member in this program and I thought to myself well they're not going to let me get away with this for very long I didn't go to college which is a silly thing to be thinking because they all knew that I didn't go to college but somehow it was like I thought they were going to someday wake up and say, you have no right to be doing what you're doing. But they didn't. And I apparently was the only one thinking that. And I got involved in what I was doing. I spent time with the kids. I did counseling with the kids. I did groups. I took them. It was really cool and really fun. And I loved it. And I knew that I was good at it. You know, just at that point, it really owned me. I was on fire in a way that I had not ever seen anybody be before. I thought it was, you know, like the only thing that could ever have happened to anybody that was this good. But I still had this kind of gnawing in the back of my head that, you know, I might not get away with this for very long. And I occasionally took a college course, you know, just trying to stave off that inevitable they're going to throw me out of here. But they still hadn't thrown me out. And a couple of years later, I ran into a problem I hadn't really anticipated. That same local College had decided that they would place a master's level intern with us. Not an unusual thing to do, but in this case, because it was my particular focus area, I was going to be the supervisor. I was going to supervise this master's level clinician, and that was clearly going to be the end. Finally, it was here. No doubt in my mind. So I was freaked. I was really freaked. And then I met Brian, my intern, and then I was, whatever it is that comes immediately after, freaked in a big way, so intimidated by this guy who couldn't have been more of those people than anybody had ever been. And he drove a BMW. He had parents that had gone to college whose parents had gone to college whose parents had gone to college. I mean, it was just, he was one of them and I was one of us. And man, was it going to show up now. And somehow, again, here I am, almost at the end, but I'm going to hang in there. Brian didn't get a lot of supervision from me for the first couple of weeks because I really didn't feel like I had a right to speak to Brian. And so it wasn't getting much for me at all. But, you know, he was hanging out, and, you know, he seemed okay. Everything was going along. And one day at this residential treatment program, I walked into a room, and what I saw opening that door was Jimmy standing on the dining room table. Now, Jimmy was a 17-year-old kid, a big 17-year-old kid, and he had, and I quote, a propensity toward violent crime.