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There was this small boy, maybe 2 or 3 years old. Not sure how the encounter happened but I had to bring him back to his family. Ended up in a neighborhood, like my parent’s condo complex but in this one, somehow a lot of houses had these large pools where the patio area in front of the house would be. And then came across a guy that kind of looks related to the boy and so brought him over. The guy then asked me what my title was, told him I was a PA. He didn’t know and asked what that was. I say physician assistant. No reaction. I think there was someone else with me, a friend? Or acquaintance ? Guy asked him/her their title. They said EMT. Weird. I’m like what does this have to do with anything?
I’ve read through some dream interpretation sites. Came across auntyflo.com which suggests that finding the child suggests a new life beginning, an expression of happiness. Also, the child represents how I feel about myself and my life. I suppose I do feel lost at times, especially nowadays when I’m starting to work on ways I can escape the medical field.
Whoa, maybe that’s why the guy asked me my title! What does it really mean to me, being a PA? Sure, I’m helping patients get better and that’s always a good thing of course. But somehow I feel it’s not my calling or my purpose. I’ve known this for a while now but have been scared to do anything about it, until recently.
I’ve always enjoyed writing in diaries for as long as I can remember. I started to dislike writing in school, especially for term papers, essays and all that boring stuff lol. But overall I hope writing will take me somewhere else in life. Maybe that lost boy is my writing, my expression, trying to find his way…