Last year, during one of those long fall/winter days where your hands are too numb to write, I was eating lunch with my best friend, Jacob. I remember telling him about how I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to travel around to help people who truly needed it. People who had one other option; death. I wanted to go places where everyone was trying to escape after tsunamis and hurricanes and earthquakes and help the broken people. I wanted to do what Christ did, but with modern day medicine. I hit my chemistry class the next day running. Suddenly, my life had a purpose and the homework didn't seem so terrible anymore because, one day, I would use it all to change lives. That night, I told my mom and my step-dad about the dream over dinner. For some reason, I can't rem
ember what my mom said, but my step-dad crushed my dream. Absolutely and completely crushed it. He said there was no way I could pay off the bills of college by doing something that made so little money. He ridiculed the passion I suddenly felt to serve. The worst part is he was successful. I gave up the dream. Tucked it away with all the stupid, ambitious, child ones I'd had in the past. Today, I pulled it back out. Suddenly, my homework doesn't look so bad. I know I can do this. I can get a full-ride scholarship to a nice, christian school and I can become a doctor without a border. I can live my dream, if it is also God's dream for me. Philippians 4:13.
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