As a kid, I remember saying every typical occupation that could be named. From the astronauts to fairies, but who wouldn’t want to fly around in a dress throwing pixie dust around all night and collecting teeth? That’s 2 occupations in one. But as I grew older, and prevalent experiences changed my life, I found this need to want to have the biggest heart to help other people, not like tooth fairies though, but like oncologists helped my father be as comfortable as he could while he was dying of Leukemia.I adored them, and their sympathy. I watched numerous doctors not only change his symptoms from agonizing pain to contentment, but my whole world into this open heart that wanted to be filled with requests that’d be the best for others. I knew being a doctor was hard, but helping another person, and changing the world they knew that grew around them, would be much harder. I’d make them as comfortable as they could be, hold their hand, tell them my own experiences. I’d hope to make cancer non-existent one day, so no more families could suffer the way mine did. I’d work all day and night to find a cure, if I had to, and pay for the resources with my own money. I’d change the way families see the word ‘hope’. I’d turn the definition from desire and aspiration, to transpire and existence. And by changing someone else’s life, one by one, I’d change the world eventually.