My entire life I have been pondering what I really wanted to do.  I wanted to know what line of work would truly make me happy for the rest of my life.  I had been jostling over a few ideas but two always seemed to reoccur in my thoughts.  I was always able to see myself doing those things for the rest of my life.  One was an engineer; I had a particular fascination with building things.  My blocks and Legos were undeniably my favorite of all toys.  I loved to make things but hated to take them apart.  I would always look at my creations and attempted to improve them anyway I could.  For the majority of my life when a person asked what I wanted to be when I grew up it was an engineer.  I never knew what kind I wanted to be, but an engineer I wanted to become.  By forth grade my mother even gave up on asking me what I wanted to be she knew the answer was an engineer.  However, these aspirations would soon be shaken by the thought of becoming a doctor.  There were so many great things about becoming a doctor.  Helping people was always a good thing, it had a great social aspect, and the money was not bad either.  The problem with the doctor route was the massive amounts of school, reading, and studying.  I was not a big fan of reading and I do not want to say I was smart but I never had to study.  I knew that that long, studious journey would be exceedingly difficult for me.  The event that shaped my career path was discovering my aunt had multiple sclerosis.