Singleton was always a mining town. In the early days it sprung up during the gold and silver rush; both of which can be found in our mountains. For a century we plodded along, barely making a living in what can only be described as a rural New America. A few decades ago the mining company here was getting ready to close down and move on to richer areas when they stumbled across Nickeldium. It did not take them long to figure out how valuable this metal could be. With a new fervor, the company began searching for it in our mountains. Singleton went from being on its last legs to having renewed life. I just wish we all understood the dangers.
Nickeldium was toxic. The minors began to show the first signs; the whites of their eyes turned blue and soon their teeth followed; and healthcare wasn’t as readily available as it should be, nor was it equipped to deal the unknown that surrounded Nickeldium. It was this that drove me to get my life back on course. When I’d finished High School I had planned on becoming a doctor for my town. Life had derailed those plans but now it was important I get them back on track.
Making the decision to go back to school at my age, a young 34, was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. But I was tried of seeing the suffering of the people of Singleton. Tired of watching the change within my own family. So I began the process of looking for help paying for school and to my surprise, an acceptance letter arrived from Dravenport University for a full scholarship. I did well in my first four years of school. My marks were very high, and while I did not fit into the young, college crowd, I did make friends that would become lasting relationships.
Now, age 38, I begin the core of my medical training. Dravenport university has been a good home for me. It hasn’t been easy with all the usual distractions a college has to offer but I am focused on my goal. That is until the day an amber coin presented itself to me.