I’ve always known that practicing medicine was my destiny. No one ever told me to take that path and there was never a moment of inspiration. I’ve always felt like it was something I was suppose to do, like how you’re suppose to stop at a red light or say “bless you” after a sneeze. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any passion for my preordained mission. It wasn’t until this summer working with persons having developmental and physical disabilities, that I found what I was missing. I have never enjoyed anything more than working with my clients; like I actually look forward to going to work! Now, I believe I’m meant to practice medicine in order to serve those who may not be able to speak for themselves, have issues communicating, or are not taken seriously. I posses the compassion and patience to provide care and listen to their troubles. I have heard many stories and witnessed firsthand when a client complains of a pain and the physician writes it off as a mental or behavioral issue. Later, it turns out that the client was right and something truly was wrong. It angers me having to watch clients suffer because their complaints aren’t considered and I’m determined to not become another insensitive, impatient medical professional. So, if I could have any job in the world, it would be a physicians assistant/ nurse for an organization that caters to people with physical and developmental disabilities to reassure that their voices are being heard.