My mother died on April 4th, 1985. A few months later, my teenage sister moved in with me. That led to a move from seminary housing to an apartment. It led to taking on two part time jobs in addition to a full seminary course load. And it led to parental responsibilities that no 22 year old is equipped to handle. As I tried to make it all work, I felt vulnerable. A misstep could have resulted in it all falling apart. Over the next year and half, things grew increasingly harder to pull off. And that led to me feeling even more vulnerable as it began to seem more and more likely that I would have to drop out of seminary to take on a full time job to make things work.