To Heal is to Serve

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Do you ever get that feeling of guilt in yourself, when something bad's happened, and you're just down, perhaps with a lump in your throat, a face flushed in a tint of red you never thought possible? I think everybody has. Most likely, you didn't want them either.

Now imagine those feelings, and wanting to feel that way, but you're unable to. You're numb.

How can I, who was raised in the church from an early age, see pictures of pain and sadness in the pictures of children, orphans that might be plagued with disease, and not care? How I could I just turn my eyes away and feel miserable for no more than a second second after knowing that another life in Africa, North Korea, or wherever has been lost to starvation.

How could I have been satisfied with a life that did not truly serve others, let alone serve people in a way that can dignify people, than can uplift them in times of struggle. Or conversely, how could I not see the benefits of living a life that truly was evident of Christ's glory on Earth?

When I think about that, I'm glad that I decided to pick dentistry. I'm slowly beginning to see how I can really open my heart more to what God wants me to do in my life, and I'm hoping to further center my drive.

Hence, before I finish school at SD, I'm going to get my First AID/CPR Certification.

What surprises me is that not only was my dad part of the reasons for me getting involved in this...I decided to follow it without him even suggesting it.

While I was at home, my dad told me to call the Red Cross and find out when courses were being offered for CPR, so being the good son, I did that.

I asked him if it was mandatory for him to get it because he was a dentist, and he said no, he just wanted to get it just in case.

He didn't tell me specifically what for, but I had a feeling that it was for my brother.

My brother suffers from epilepsy, and will occasionally have seizures. Even with medication, he is not 100% free from these convulsions. During my time at home, he suffered a seizure as he left the shower. It gives me chills sometimes when I think about it, because he's had seizures in the bathtub before, and if he had ever bumped his head on the tub surface or on concrete or marble, it could mean death.

I think the fact that I could perhaps be there for my brother (or somebody else) in a time of great need (when he may lose consciousness for an extended period) gives me a reason to have a stronger sense of preparation. Needless to say, it's practical, but I emphasize this to reinforce a more important desire: to not be out of this world, but to be able to experience this world in a way that God has enabled me to do...through His lens.