I attended the graduation ceremony of Marines who I had been there twice as long as them. It was then that my patience had run out.
I met with my Master Sergeant and told him I had been at Ft. Meade for 6 months and hadn’t begun training. He looked it up and saw that I was not scheduled for any upcoming course. He pulled out my recruiting folder and discovered my recruiter’s error. Turns out he had inked in the generic M.O.S number 4600, which was the whole field of combat camera and not the specific number of 4641 Combat Photographer. My Master Sergeant told me there was not an opening in photography in the foreseeable future. He gave me the option of either waiting or taking the current opening slot in the upcoming videography course. Without hesitation I chose the latter. Even though I was not happy I wasn’t doing what I wanted to do, I was tired of being in limbo.
On the first day of my video course, the instructor played a video on the history of filmmaking. Probably no one else cared but it inspired me and I thought, “I might be right where I’m supposed to be.” I never looked back and I have dedicated my entire being to perfecting my visual telling skills. Having the successful career I’ve had, I look back and think that my recruiters’ error wasn’t absent mindness, it was fate.