I was made in a test tube. In what I imagine to be a dark, covert room, a man with an M.D. mixed genetic material together and created a magical concotion brimming with life, my life. That being said, my first home was a peatree dish. The process costed around $20,000, which I’m sure the doctor thought was a great deal. Oftentimes I wonder things like, how did they feed me in the peatree dish? Wasn’t $20,000 a little much? Aside from trivial curiosity, my peatree dish beginning stirred up deeper feelings in me-- an overwhelming sense of gratefulness and wonder for two things: science and God. A lot of people would argue that the two don’t go hand in hand, and some would even say that they oppose each other. But I can’t help but consider that out of all the millions upon millions of combinations, two incomplete cells got together and resulted in my exsistence. Even as a microscopic organism, I had the blueprints for the soul that I now consciously identify. From humble beginnings as a single-celled organism, prepared by doctors with hearts full of devotion to others, I became a whole human with a beating heart and a brain full of dreams. Each and every day I walk with my wonder for God and science, and believe that I am meant to go down the road of a medicine. I want to be a doctor because I think my most spiritual, grateful moments are those spent around the science behind helping people. The story of my origin is my muse, my hope, my inspiration.