I was 30 years old, working a full-time job as a Medical Assistant, and driving 100 miles round-trip every night to pursue my passion at Le Cordon Bleu School. I never missed a day of class, as having 100 percent attendance was a must to graduate. Of course, until one day when I forgot my kitchen shoes. I remembered as it was yesterday, right at the beginning of class, the Chef asked us to line-up so that she could check our uniforms, nails, and shoes. Like a drill surgeon from the USMC, she lined us all up across the kitchen with our hands out to check everyone. I had forgotten to pack regular kitchen shoes, so I wore my sneakers. When she looked down at my feet without missing a beat, she dismissed me for the night. Did I mention this program required 100 percent attendance? As you can imagine, I left that night upset and mad at myself for forgetting such an essential item. And all-of-sudden- like a message from God, I thought to myself, rather than going home, buy shoes. Thus, I googled the nearest Walmart and bought another set of shoes that night. I returned to class with the right pair of shoes, and when the Chef looked at me wearing the right pair of shoes, she smiled and said, “I will only mark you tardy you may return to your station.” From that moment on, I was never more sure of my determination. My professor knew my dedication and love for food. I knew then I was there for all the right reasons, to continue to learn and always value my grandma’s recipes.