A reader responds to an earlier post:

As Augustine said, an unexamined life is not worth living.  My single attribute was the ability to defend others.  After nearly 16 years in special forces I found myself shot up one time too many.  I had too many broken bones to keep jumping out of aircraft. Too many psychotic violent people had come too close to killing me.  As I woke up in intensive care again I contemplated the meaning of life.  I met a fine young lady that had volunteered to help a bunch of us soldiers with our therapy before returning to duty.  By divine providence I returned to the area for training afterwards and was hurt once more.  I found my soul mate and a new challenge for my intellect.  I no longer wanted to match wits with violent people, my busted up hands were no longer agile enough to safely disarm bombs as I once had, I needed a new reason to live.  Teaching gave me something important to do that used my mental talents, my wife gave me the courage to become a teacher, she said she could live with the lesser monetary status it would assure us.  I have no regrets other than not doing this sooner