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I remember when I was younger I wanted to be a brain surgeon until I realized I could end up killing someone, and that’s where the dream ended. Then I wanted to be a psychiatrist until I realized I could screw a person up mentally, and that’s where that dream ended. I created and destroyed my dreams one after the other because of the notion that one way or another I would end up invariably hurting another human being. But then in Anatomy and Physiology class during the late 1980’s I got to dissect a frog. Finally, a dream I couldn’t destroy with my little theory.
I wanted to be a forensic pathologist. I wanted to examine corpses and put all the puzzle pieces together that would explain their sudden and sometimes violent deaths. I could be the person finding answers that would give the living closure. It wasn’t until…
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Published on May 26, 2014 09:07