When I was nine years old, I saw Indiana Jones and decided I wanted to be an archaeologist. My foster brother, Tom, was always supportive of my career path and, much to my mother’s chagrin, he bought me a real whip, a hunting knife and a survival kit -- complete with a needle and thread for self-suturing, lest I injured myself saving ancient relics.
Ultimately, I discovered religious studies and became a yoga instructor. And while I don’t fight Nazi thieves to protect historical treasures, I suppose I am still interested in preserving tradition.