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Optometrist


Optometrist

When I grow up I want to be an optometrist

Eyes are so interesting

The way they open up the life for you

The way everyone sees the world in different ways

And the way they can show you your loves ones and magical places you’ve always wanted to see.

When people say they want to experience the world 2 things pop into my head:

The things you’re going to see and the things you are going to experience.

There is so much to life

And what good would the world be if you couldn’t see it and take it all in.

An optometrist fixes people’s eyes

And if I had the chance to help someone see the sight from the mountains of Machu Picchu, or the view

from the Eiffel tower in France, or the sight of seeing their loved ones again, I would do it.

Imagine the world without being able to see.

Optometrists help people regain their sight.

With the new technology the world has to offer, I will work my hardest to accomplish my dreams of

becoming an Optometrist.

I could see myself doing that for the rest of my life.

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