We all have a story. And chapters in my story are constant reminders that boundaries are meant to be tested, stretched, and pushed. I could have given up early in life. You could definitely have referred to me as a juvenile delinquent (cutting school, breaking laws, abusing alcohol) and I never graduated from high school. In fact, I dropped out of high school twice. During my repeat senior year of high school I got pregnant, found a “reputable” attorney in the yellow pages and relocated to New York, where I made the painful decision to put my child up for adoption. That moment in time launched my journey of pushing boundaries - I was bound to go from GED to Ph.D..