It’s 3:30 am and I am wide-awake. It’s not because I have had the recommended 7 to 8 hours of sleep or because I am well rested, but Instead, it is a feeling deep down in my gut, that voice in the back of my mind, the constant reminder that I am not where I would like to be. It is the look in my younger sister’s eyes, it is the burning desire to repay my parents, to take care of my family. Lastly, it is the fear that if someone like me doesn’t step up Liberia’s health care system and every other developing country like it, will never improve.
As I look around me I see that my current state of “being” makes me uneasy. I cannot just “be” I have to get up and accomplish daily goals to get me to where I want and need to be. This is my daily wake up call, my alarm.