When I was very young, like age eight to eleven, I wanted to be a veterinarian. This was because I loved animals and because I read and re-read the James Herriot books obsessively. After about the fiftieth time my mother told me that people with bad grades and conduct problems don't become veterinarians (I should never have revealed any of my dreams to her) I gave up.
I didn't have any ambitions again until I was fifteen and wanted to be a neurosurgeon. All my teachers told me I'd never make it because my grades weren't good enough to get into university. That dream only lasted a few months before I gave up again.
I've never really had another ambition since. I'm making my way through university with the aim of being a professor, but it's not a great dream of mine or anything. I just wanted to be something, anything, so I could have a decent income. After reflection on the requirements of various professions, I decided that professor was most likely to be something I could handle. And so I just chose the subject I got the best grades in at university and have been plugging my way forward ever since.
I've finished Master's level and have to work through a few years of doctorate work and then, God willing, someone will hire me to do what I've been training to do. And maybe I can actually even put something good into the world in the process.
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"In the end, we decide if we're remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it."
-- Randy K. Milholland
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