And now for something a little different and hopefully, a bit lighter and worth a chuckle. We need more chuckles.

In my recent post on the FBI and recruiting, I mentioned that I’d never seriously considered joining the FBI before colleagues suggested it to me. That’s true. At least, consciously true. I mean, I didn’t remember that I had apparently considered something similar before. A long time time before. Although not seriously, I think. Oh dear. Let me start over.

At some point after I was in the Bureau, I started going through the numerous storage boxes and containers I’d carted along with me on various moves all over the country. One box held old school assignments and paperwork. When I say old, I mean it. I still had my report cards and several projects from elementary school!! I hadn’t gone through the pile in decades. Time for some purging.

As I was sorting the mess, I came across one tattered assignment entitled “Everybody Works” from, I believe, second grade. It was when we were just beginning to learn how to print and spell, using that huge paper with the thick lines (do they even use that anymore?). My assignment had a cover with a scene on the front, cut out of construction paper. Inside, we wrote about what our parents did, other jobs in the community and what our plans were when we grew up. I had, of course, completely forgotten about it over the years, and even when I looked at it, I couldn’t recall actually doing it. I did recognize my handiwork, though, in the rough construction paper cover ( See below). I’ll spare you the awful fingerpainted version.

Prophetic? Or just too much TV?

Now, as bad as my paper craft is, I think one can tell that I’m portraying a scene where a law enforcement officer (presumably me, the girl with the paper gun) is surveilling two people counting probable illicit funds at a table. When I first saw this, I was shocked. I was even more surprised when I carefully opened the brittle folder and read about my seven year-old ambitions (excuse the spelling):

The combination of being an agent and spying in Hawaii made me laugh. The only explanation I can think of is that I was quite the fan of both Mission:Impossible and Hawaii Five-O (the original of course) so I likely mashed the two TV shows together. And, mimicking MI, I probably did sneak around my house, “spying” on the family in the name of the mission. It was, I’m sure, quite annoying for everyone!

Now, not everything came true. I actually had no interest in doing undercover work in the Bureau or becoming a spy. Still, there is a lot that is accurate. I did work in Hawaii (as a prosecutor) and did love it. I also “joined” the FBI there and eventually became an agent. While I’m not sure I ever really rescued anyone, I do think I helped folks along the way in some manner. So, I’d say I fulfilled the spirit of my seven year-old aspirations at least!

It’s amazing, even now, to think how close I came to those childhood projections without even consciously realizing it. The truth was out there (or rather in my attic) and with me all the time, my own personal prophetic X-file. Cue the eerie theme whistle now.


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