Living the Dream

Eager and excited, I rushed home from the Junior Senior Banquet, last night, to watch my brother graduate from med school. My brother received his diploma yesterday and I was told that there would be a live feed of his ceremony online. It was 3pm at Washington University (in St.Louis) and 10pm in Kandern, Germany. Unfortunately, out of 15 ceremonies, my brother was in 1 of 6 that were not lived streamed. So, I relied on the updates that my mom was giving me via iMessenger instead.



This morning, I was struck by the less obvious reason for the importance of this event in my brother’s life. It was, in fact, an important event for my entire family. Paul’s graduation from medical school was the first step in walking into a career that he (and our family) had dreamed about since he was in elementary school. This means that my brother and I are 2 for 2 in the department of accomplishing our goals/dreams. My dream of becoming a missionary was formed at a young age but not realized until I was 15. Paul realized his dream of becoming a doctor at a much younger age.

When he was a child, my grandmother (Mema) asked Paul if he would take care of her when he became a doctor. His reply went something like this: “No, because you won’t be alive when I become a doctor.” I’m so very happy to say that HE WAS WRONG! Mema is alive and well. So, I guess my brother has his work cut out for him. Mema will have to wait though, because he needs to start paying off his large student loans so that he can become rich and take care of me. You see, Paul signed a contract in blood/Crayon that ensured me that he would take care of my finances when he became a rich doctor. I believe I still have that piece of paper, locked away somewhere safe. I will spend all summer looking for it and begin the process of getting us a Court TV appointment.

As funny as I find that anecdote, the reality is that I always knew that I would be committing myself to a profession that offered little financial reward. The money really isn’t important though, whether either of us is rich or poor. I am merely taken aback by the fact that Paul and I have accomplished what we set out to do, and we’re just getting started.

What does this mean for our family? I believe this means that my parents have loved and supported us no matter what we have done. They have encouraged us and have never cut our dreams short. I will never forget the financial sacrifice that my parents made when they allowed me to attend Columbia International University. I think my dad was on the verge of tears, or an anxiety attack, when he found my letter from the state of Florida, announcing that I would receive 75% scholarship to any Florida university.


Our parents have sacrificed money, time, and even happiness (on occasion) to give us a good life. Neither of my parents came from wealthy families. They worked very hard for what they have and they did everything they could to provide for our needs. I believe that we are the people we are today because of the love of these two beautiful people.

In reality, Paul and I may never provide my parents with grandchildren. We have, however, accomplished the goals that we set before them in our youth. There have been no surprises, as far as our occupations are concerned. For this, I thank them and I thank God for His goodness. The old Disney classic states that: “A dream is a wish your heart makes.” Maybe I am just a Disney freak from the great city of Orlando, but I believe this. I also believe Psalm 37:4, which states: “Delight yourself in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” We have sought the Lord and God has given us these desires. On this day, they have both officially come to fruition.