Just Real Quick, A biographical sketch of myself... enjoy!
It is
nighttime during the winter. The cold air is still and quiet. Streetlights cast
a dim glow and the air seems almost magical. I am walking home. On the path in
front of me I see rock and start to kick it ahead of me, catch up to it, and
kick it again. It helps me organize my thoughts as I think about the day and
what needs to happen tomorrow. As I walk and kick, walk and kick, walk and
kick, I get the feeling, “You should be a doctor.” Those simple words sink into
my heart. I should be a doctor. I then remembered travelling to the hospital
after my car wreck and the doctor who helped me recover. I think of the
difference that I could make and the idea becomes a part of me. I should be a
doctor. I begin making a plan. The next day I write home and tell my parents
and brother and sister that I have decided to be a doctor. They offer me
encouragement. I am nervous. Can I do everything I need to? Will I be a good
doctor? Can I survive the long years of school? Where will I get the money to
pay for my education? These questions come and go. I do not let them define me.
Instead I am thrilled by the thought of my future. I plan and prepare. I pray
that I will not let myself down. I am nervous, excited, and unsure about the
future. I feel God’s hand of support and comfort. Everything will work out. As
school begins my classes seem designed for me. I enjoy them and work hard. I
hope to be a doctor. I feel at peace.
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