250 words will never be enough to describe my dream. What is it I want? If I knew my living would be provided for, what would I do?
I would leave. I would be on the next flight to Ghana. Or the Central African Republic. Or Nigeria. But why would someone dream of going to such dangerous places?
Because they are where my heart belongs. I have literally dreamed of living in these places, in the turmoil and the fighting, not because I want to be safe, but because I want to be unsafe. And not for myself either, but for those who need me. In places so torn by war and strife, I want to be one on those who go to make the land a better place again. My goals, as of now, are to attend Oregon State University with a focus on physical therapy. I want to go through the war torn regions and give the stricken back there mobility. And as I will also become and ordained pastor over the next few years, I hope to give some of those who have struggled through so much horror back their spirit. I have no desire to be safe while war ravages the lives of others. If I could earn a living doing the l love most, it would be helping others that are forgotten, and to inspire them to go forth and do the same. A better world starts with the actions of just one person.