do something extraordinary

tiring to live the same day over and over.
I need something to break the days in two, something that I can talk about for years to come.

i realized what i wanted to do with my life on a wednesday afternoon in history class in 8th grade. i was in social studies, and as usual was distracted by the side stories that the textbook featured. i was flipping pages when i came across the story of a young boy who at 13 entered university. his dream one day was to cure Parkinson’s disease. to see that much motivation and aspiration in a kid the same age as me got me thinking. that potential for greatness drove me to want to become a doctor. when i started volunteering at the local hospital in the summer of 8th grade, i fell into NICU (neonatal intensive care unit).

neonatology, here i come.