I Knew
One job wouldn’t change my life...it would alter someone else's
To help, to cure, to heal
My antibiotic is chamomile
My life is dedicated to changing the lives of others
So long and goodbye to the bi-yearly visits to an antiseptic doctor
Welcome to the aestheticism of a non clinical environment
My heart and my soul
That is what I poured
Into my endeavor
Long and hard I searched to find
The one career that would enchant me,
Captivate me,
And grasp my heart
Lawyer,
Architect,
And gymnast to
Long and hard I searched
But none would do
Giving up,
Sad and indecisive
Succumbing to the idea of a white collar job
Average...average...average
That’s all I'd ever be
Barely 19 and the thoughts of my future were bleak
And yet...
For years my grandmother suffered numerous ailments, diabetes, lupus, glaucoma, and brain damage, to name a few
Prescription after prescription would turn her for the worst
We could do nothing but sit back and watch her slowly wither away
But my grandmother intend to stay
A leap of faith is all it took
A few months later and our perception was anew
Her glow and ability to remember where she was
Was nothing short of miraculous
The cure to my grandmothers sicknesses was,
An herbalist
Right then and there I knew
That this is the path that I would choose
Because all along I knew
That I wanted to find a job that would not benefit me...but benefit
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