she's not looking to change just her life.
Somethings over the years have changed,
On the other hand, some have not.
A little girl with a big dream,
"I'm the baby doctor mamma, I'm the baby doctor."
She'd say, "Yes you are sweetheart, yes you are"
Now lets fast forward.
She's still young, but not as young.
travling 50 miles to the bootheal of Missouri on her first missions trip.
Even if it wasn't to just glorify God, she still wanted to help others.
and she still does.
Now lets fast forward.
She's still young, shes's very fresh.
But its picular, if she's young and fresh, why oh why does she hurt so badly?
Hurtting everywhere, what does the doctor say?
"lets get an ultrasound" he tells the scared girl.
"It'll be okay, sweetheart," her mother comfirts.
Even though the pain is scary, the ultrasound distracts her.
The tech and how he tells her what he does gives her ideas.
She hurts, but she doesn't ignolage it,
because seeing her internals is mind blowing.
the tech says "ovarian cysts, thats all, it'll be okay."
Now lets fast forward.
she's just an old senior now,
soon enough she'll be fresh again,
she knows that she wants to travle the world helping people,
that little girls dream of being a docotor isn't crushed,
but it has changed,
Taking care of the world around her is what she desires most.
Just like how she was taken care of all those years ago.
But now we have fast forward to much,
dont worrie we're not at the end of the real,
that little girl just doesn't know where to go from here.
She's looked at her options,
and has found a good college.
She's slowly figuring it out,
she's taking chances that she's never taken before.
Yeah its scary like knowing that something is harming her inside her,
but this is a different scary, its a good scary.
Because in the end,
she knows where she'll end up,
Helping others and hopeing they'll help more people,
and they contenue to help other people.
My job wont change just my life,
it'll change the lives of those around every one who knows me
and that will just contenue,
from person,
to person.
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