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It all began when I discovered how fun the daily newspaper could be. First, it was the comics. Snoopy was always my favourite character. Why was that?

He is his own man. He can be serious and silly, all at the same time. And talk about the power of concentration. Snoopy has it in spades. I like that.

Then I discovered the “Dear Abby” column. And that’s when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Someone who answers questions.

The problem was, I had questions of my own. Lots of questions.

Life happened, and I learned how to search out answers.

Fast forward to a few years ago.

When I fell ill with a skin condition that made my skin burn (like the kind of burning of putting your hand on a hot burner), I knew I needed something to distract me from the pain.

And that’s when I remembered my childhood dream. To answer questions.

So I googled the phrase, “question-and-answer website.” Enter Quora, a question-and-answer website that attracts millions of readers each month.

When I answered my first question on February 7, 2018, I did so with fear and trembling. What if no one liked what I wrote? What if I was laughed off the forum? What if?

Well, the what-ifs stopped when I saw the results. Positive results in the number of views and encouraging comments.

Am I like “Dear Abby?” No, I am not as witty as she.

However, in keeping with my cultural heritage of French Canadian, Irish, and Algonquin, I am a storyteller. I share stories as a way of answering questions.

Which is something I can do on Quora. Without penalty. Sweet.

So what was my dream job as a kid? And if I could be anything, what would I dare to be?

You might say, I am still growing up. Still learning. Still quivering in my boots when I try something new.

And still asking loads of questions. And answering them from time to time. Just like I always dreamed.

I have a dream.

~ Martin Luther King Jr.