My Dreams for the future

At five I had my future clearly planned: at 18 I would become a hairdresser like my mum's friend Jane who was the prettiest woman I've ever seen, then I would marry Tony from next door who always wore the coolest Nike shoes you can imagine and ran faster than all the other boys. I would live in a huge villa and own 4 dogs, 5 cats, a horse and a parrot... Time, and 3 dead hamsters, have however since taught me that pets need a lot of time and care that I don't always afford, that Tony from next door will never amount to anything except the village idiot and as to being a hairdresser, judging from the mess I always manage to make of my hair whenever I take a go at it, I might as well dream of being a tooth fairy. Yes, my dreams for the future have changed drastically as I have grown older, and, standing at the brink of adulthood as I now do, I look forward to a very different future from what I did when I was 5.
Career-wise I have dished hair dresser for nurse. A couple of years ago my uncle Pierre was in Intensive Care for some time and I ended up spending quite a few hours in hospital gazing wondrously at the machinery that was keeping my uncle alive and even more wondrously at the nurses who worked so quietly yet efficiently at it. The first time I went to see uncle I was determined I never wanted to set foot in a hospital again, the smell of the place was bad enough without having to deal with the daily mental anguish of watching people suffer day by day. Yet as my uncle got better and as I realised what an important job the nurses there had, I started to envy them their sense of importance. I too wanted to do something that counted, I too wanted to give people a word of encouragement that would lift their spirits ¦ I grew interested in the nursing career, and having spoken to my school guidance teacher and a couple of nurses I am now more than convinced that that is the way for me. Of course this
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