When I was 5 years old, on August 25, 1989, I watched as Voyager II approached Neptune. Carl Sagan and another Cosmologist introduced me to the wonders of Astrophysics and Cosmology while unfolding the secrets of this previously unvisited planet live on PBS. I recorded this program, watched it over and over, probably over 1000 times during my childhood. Since that day in 1989 I have known that I wanted to be in Cosmology. Unfortunately, as much in life, our dreams get crushed along the way. My parents were both jailed for drug use/possession in my teen years, and I was left to raise myself with a bit of help from a sick grandparent. This led to my near dropout of high school, graduated by the 'skin of my teeth'. I only passed senior year because I am too smart for my own good and a spectacular liar, and my enrollment in ITT Tech at insistence of both my guidance councilor and my psychologist (who, strangely enough, completely missed the AS diagnosis, though she did try to medicate me for severe depression and compulsive behaviors, but underestimated my aversion to pills, probably due to aforementioned jailed parents due to drug charges). This was a miserable failure - I went in for a CS degree in Networking, and only after the first semester was over did I realize that I had zero interest in computers.
All along, however, I remained true to my lifelong desire to become a Cosmologist. It is nearly ten years later now, I have a wife and three kids, am aware I have Asperger's, and am also two years into a Physics program at Arizona State University. I work so many hours a week that it is going to take me 12-14 years to finish my doctorate (unless my wife finds a comparable paying job), and that is assuming that I keep my sanity during this period. I find that my symptoms increase exponentially with the amount of stress and workload I shoulder; I feel myself becoming more withdrawn and harder to deal with (both myself, and for my family), so I hope I end up making it the whole way. This dream of the stars has pulled me through so many difficult times that I would feel like an absolute failure, and really have a hard time justifying my life... I have to make it.
Friends and family find it strange that I've had such a focus on a specific career for my entire life. Most kids say they want to be an Astronaut, or President of the X, or a Doctor. I was the only child that they'd ever seen that knew the specific job in the specific branch of science, and from age 5. If there were such things as 'fate' or 'destiny', I would say I was fated to become one, but I don't, so I prefer to think of it as an inevitable path for one as awestruck by the cosmos as I.