Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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Sitting at the table in our tent, I'm scrolling through thousands of pictures I've taken since I came here.
It feels surreal. After that first earthquake, everything changed—including me.
The fear of dying makes you reconsider everything. It made me rethink the decisions of the last few years of my life.
Alec dropped the bomb about me being a surgeon and didn't say a word about it to me for a week.
I sought him out and clung to him like a kid, bugging him with so many questions he told me to fuck off.
I didn't.
He can't just say that shit and pretend nothing happened. At least, not with me.
Luckily, Alec needed my help. I stood next to him in the OR three more times. The second time, I was as scared as the first one, but then, it changed.
I realized that no surgeon was born ready. Everyone's hands shook as mine did, and the only way to get rid of the fear was by being prepared. I wasn't. Medicine has never been a path I considered. There were no doctors in my family. I didn't grow up hearing stories about how great it was to save someone's life.
All my life, I've been terribly misguided, considering my intelligence a curse. I was an immature fucker, afraid of showing the rest that I was different, and scared of admitting that even to myself. For someone who said he gave no fucks, I sure as hell gave too many about the wrong things.
One evening, we were chilling next to the bonfire. Alec sat on the log next to me, saying nothing.
And for the first time since I was sixteen, I opened up to someone willingly, confessing every fear of mine.
I told him I was terrified of not having what it took. I said I wasn't sure I really was cut out for medicine. I confessed that I was afraid of finding out that everything was too easy and getting depressed.
Alec didn't reassure me or say it was okay. He asked me three medicine-related questions, and I knew the answers to none.
Laughing, he clapped my back and said it was stuff you learned your first year. Basic stuff. Something every medical school student knew.
