Every journey has voices that kept you standing when your knees were shaking. For me, it began at home. My parents were my first believers, the ones who prayed louder than the doubt, who taught strength through sacrifice, and love through action. They never questioned my dreams. There was another person in my life who believed in me. The year was 1974, and I was a junior in high school. I excelled in the Business Program, typing 100 words per minute and mastering Gregg Shorthand at 120 words per minute. My dream was to become an executive secretary to a CEO. But my business teacher, Mrs. Dinkins, saw something more in me. She noticed the girl who always raised her hand first, volunteered to work in the front office at school, served as a homeroom assistant on the attendance committee, and leaned into every opportunity to learn and lead. Mrs. Dinkins got me my first part-time job after school at Schering-Plough Corpo...