I remember hiding out in the shade with my cousin at Disneyland when all of a sudden a bird pooped on his head. A few minutes later another bird pooped on his shoulder. He started crying and my mom told him that people who get pooped on are super lucky because hey, of all the people and places that bird could poop, he chose to poop on his head. Anyway if a bird ever pooped on her, she'd rush to the closest 7-11 to buy a lotto ticket.
Fast forward 15 years. I'm laying on the beach with Dennis and Mari and a bird poops on my FACE. Half a centimeter below my left eye. Cryptococcus anyone? I wiped it off, but because of all that brainwashing from my mom, I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to be lucky somehow.
I was.
Who knew how much freedom a 3-digit number could bring? When I went to bed last night I knew I could be whatever kind of doctor I wanted to be. I could have a choice in where I wanted to practice. I was finally allowed to dream about the possibilities, and that was the best feeling in the world.
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A bird pooped on your face? dang....i hope u went to buy a lottery ticket...it coulda made u a billionare (not tht u need it) but wow. I always knew u had more luck than me, i didnt know just how much.
I hope youre having a great time!
See ya when u get back!
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