A simple talk about my pursuit of OBGYN turned into sharing of faith and the other person's recent struggles with miscarriage.  His story was so poignant, and reminded me why I wholeheartedly chose the field.  I remembered the joys in the simple and the profound, and the struggles that I had discovered the heart to bear.  And yet, this moment scare me, because it re-kindled my passion.  As of late I had been coming to terms - even becoming content - with the idea of ending up in another specialty if I went unmatched.  I worry that if it's not meant to be, that I won't be able to tame down those flames while I'm on another path, and that I might always be looking back.

They let this one live to see another Christmas, then the next, and yet another.  They let it grow taller, more beautiful and prouder with each year.  Eventually, it even became wise, and stood as a steadfast shelter for all creatures under its soft bristles.  The stronger its branches, the more weight it bore, and it shone bright in the darkness.