The book became my all-time favorite. It was the star of my childhood playtimes. I showed it to all my friends that visited me at home. And I read it all the time! Months later, I knew most of the things in that book at heart. During high school, I joined the Red Cross Youth Club where we invited young students who were interested in learning how they could help during the times of calamities for trainings. One of the most memorable training we conducted -- the one I could never forget -- was the one when a seven-year-old boy looked at me with triumph in his eyes and called out, "Sir, thanks for the lessons. Now I can be a hero like my dad." I was inspired with what he said, but what really struck me was what one of my colleagues said. "That boy's father died saving a family in a fire."

It came to me right then that being a firefighter is not exactly like what I thought it was. Being a firefighter does not mean that while...

I realized that if I wanted to save lives by being a firefighter, I would have to accept that there is a great possibility that I will die -- that my future family will be left out wondering whether things could have been different.
Right now, even though being a firefighter is not part of my dreams anymore, my dream of becoming a firefighter taught me a lot as a kid. It made me realize that being a doctor is my true "destiny job." Firefighting made me recognize that I have a passion for saving lives -- not only during calamities but on each and every time that I can. Right now, I prefer working as a doctor where I could help people through the things I have learned in Med School. I always say that people are still saved through my profession, so in a way, though I am technically a doctor now, I also am a firefighter -- saving people from the fires of sickness and diseases.