Prosthetist: One Job...May Change My Life
My dream job is to change other people's lives. Not my own.
Of course I would like the paycheck.
Of course I would enjoy the thanks.
But these are not what I am after.
I wish to be a prosthetist -- a biomedical engineer.
I want to empower people with new and fully functional limbs.
I want to take all that is known about the sciences and put them to work.
I want to be an artist of the mechanical world.
The most life changing aspect of this job would be to finally enjoy waking up in the morning.
Too long have I toiled with school and college, just because I need to...
I need to wake up and make coffee.
I need to go to class, to listen, to take notes, to absorb.
I need to go take part and pay my way through a corrupt system...
I need to because I want to make a difference more than anything else.
So I will persevere -- I will keep going.
I will keep going because I want to change the lives of others, for the better.
And thus, their happiness will change my life.
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