The door swung open with a mighty push,

florecent light swept across my eyes.

Franticly people shuffle around,

choatic thoughts and calm movements.

A loving place full of injury and sickness,

but also plenty of care.

A place full of the hardworking,

a place filled with tender hands.

Even in moments of worry, stress, and pain

a doctor can be relied on.

Healing and mending, doing their best.

A patient will leave, in life or in death.

If in death, they will have died under good care;

What could be done, will had been pursued.

The doctor will be no less of a hero,

the patient always remembered by his caretaker.

If in life, the best outcome achieved;

Joy will be followed by celebration.

The doctor will deeply inhale,

some of his stress relieved.

I have dreams of joining these men and women.

This one job and my life will never be the same,

filled with new outlooks on life

and not only my change.