Ever since I was a child, I had always taken pleasure in bettering the lives of others. I distinctly remember an instance of this when I was in second grade. My mother had hurt her foot, and I immediately went to work. I examined her foot and deduced that it was hurt. I remember feeling like a genius after my diagnosis. Subsequently, I took a small pillow and fastened strips of construction to the top in order to make a makeshift cushion for her foot. I think back to that moment and I believe the cumbersome cushion probably did more harm than good, but I remember how I felt even now. After administering my diagnosis and prescribing the "medicine", I felt a sense of accomplishment. This feeling I know now was also mixed with a feeling of change.