Heal

If I have three wishes to be granted (tomorrow, 25th birthday, and 50th birthday) ... My wish for tomorrow is that the coronavirus would just go away. Like I could blow on a dandelion and all the flying seeds would land on those who are sick and cure them. The seven-year-olds would be full of smiles and playing on the swingsets, scampering like little squirrels into the classroom when the teacher calls for them. The sixteen-year-old girls would be dressed in long, flowy maxi dresses, waiting for their date to prom, and taking pictures together, hands around each other. The twenty-two-year-old college seniors would be holding their diplomas in their hands in the muggy summer air in front of a large, beaming audience of parents and grandparents, graduating from what seemed like a long four years. The forty-year-old businessmen and businesswomen would be having dinner together after a long day of work and discussing their plans for summer vacation. The eighty-year-old women would be having a potluck in the multicultural center while their grandkids are at school, gossiping about what's going on in town. People would be living the life that they wanted for themselves, not the life that was decided by the coronavirus.

My wish for my 25th birthday would be to become a doctor. I would work hard in medical school and absorb knowledge like a sponge. I would be up late in the night working on papers and during the day I would be in the library, with textbooks as my companions. I would meet up with my friends and we would spend hours talking about our ambitions. I would laugh at how crazy I am to put myself through that much stress and then I would cry about how hard life is. But then I would think back to the coronavirus pandemic, where people lost jobs and children spent weeks in isolation and people lost their lives, and I would know that healing people is the only thing I would ever want to do.

My wish for my 50th birthday would be to heal more and more people. If there was an outbreak, as a doctor, I would call every single infected individual and ask them to come see me so I could help them. I would make sure those seven-year-olds could play on the playground and those sixteen-year-old girls could go to prom and those twenty-two-year-olds could hold their diplomas in front of a large crowd and those twenty-eight-year-old businessmen and businesswomen could have dinner with their colleagues and those eighty-year-old women could have their potluck. I would save millions of children and I would comfort every parent. I would make sure that we take care of the outbreak fast, before it gets worse. But I know that it's not nearly that easy. Because life is too unpredictable and things just don’t work out that perfectly. But it’s my wish.


 

happydancer

MA

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