Sometimes I sit here and wonder, "What the hell am I doing? Why am I back in school sitting next to a bunch of kids?" Then I think about the end goal... To be a doctor.
Being a doctor has a certain ring to it doesn't it? Even a brand new doctor, fresh out of the box toting his or her shiny new stethoscope has earned a certain level of respect and admiration from patients, friends, family, and peers. The money is certainly there, and I've heard of people doing it solely for the money. In my opinion, four years of undergraduate work, plus four years of medical school, then residency... There must be an easier way if all you want to do is earn a buck. No, it's not for the money (though it will allow my family and I to live comfortably).
I've always known I was smart. However, I never really applied myself in school. Sure I worked hard in athletics. That was cool (even though I was a mediocre basketball player). I really applied myself when it came to girls. I mean, didn't everyone?! But to really buckle down and work at school... Why? I never saw the point. I was directionless. And my grades showed it.
I won't bore you with my life history now. Just understand that for the first time in my life I have found my direction. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will be a doctor, and a damn good one. I am working hard every day toward that end, and will continue to do so until I have reached my goal. Then I'm sure I will work just as hard on my next goal. Finding that inspiration I had lacked is fulfilling in and of itself. If you too have found that calling, I say to you BRAVO! I feel you. I understand you. And good luck - for it will be a long and bumpy ride.