Google Speed Experiment

When the time came—in the third grade—to dress like what I wanted to be when I grew up, I did not wear scrubs, a white coat, or even a stethoscope. Instead, I tucked my father’s reflex hammer between my belt and cargo shorts, donned a safari hat, and did my best to impersonate a paleontologist. Paleontology (dinosaurs) had won out over law enforcement (shooting bad guys), marine biology (swimming with whale sharks), and professional soccer. I developed a talent for creative writing, which manifested every few years as a short story that exceeded the page limit by several times the page limit and once even as the screenplay of a drama production put on by my fourth grade class. I’m not exactly sure when medicine came into the picture. All I know is after so many years of exploration and contemplation, some spent in hot pursuit, others fleeing toward other doors, I have found what I aspire to be: a doctor.