I remember the first time I told my parents what I wanted to do with my life.
I was thirteen years old and we had just come from Chrissy's doctor's appointment. She had broken her arm in three different places while playing. A friend of hers that thought it would be a good idea to climb an old tree despite the friend's grandmother warning them not to.Mom and dad were frantic. Nothing like this had ever happened to me, so having Chrissy scream out in pain as we drove to the emergency room was something I would never forget.
Despite my sister being in pain and the agonizing faces my parents were making, I loved everything.
The sweet nurse that was calm and assuring while speaking to not only my parents but Chrissy and I as well. The Doctor that set her cast and gave her a lollipop after s
