But my parents said 'Over our dead bodies!!' (maybe in a slightly more tender way . . . then again, maybe not).
My mom always suggested becoming a doctor . . . but I hated math and who in their right mind wants to spend all those years in the library?? Not me!! So I thought about Physical Therapy. I began passing my Saturday mornings volunteering at a local hospital, pushing wheel chairs and pulling oxygen tanks . . . I helped clean out the Hubbard Tank after burn patients had dressing changes . . . and I knew I had found my calling . . . until one day, a new therapist showed up and changed everything!