Molestina 1 Andres MolestinaMrs. Alana D. Sherrill English 111 July 11, 2004 MovementS even thirty in the morning and it already is 120 degrees in the shade. Mail call brings me no news from home. The word around Camp New Jersey is that we move into Iraq at 0400 hours tomorrow morning. This means that all mail will stop for the next two weeks. My mood is destroyed.

Four in the morning, I am checking my vehicles temperature as a drive out of Camp New Jersey and towards the Iraqi border. There is a news correspondent that told me he would get in touch with my family and relay any news from home, so I feel a little bit better. As the sun kisses the horizon, I see why there is such thing as religion in this world. The pink and orange stained clouds construct the most breathtaking ceiling in the horizon.

For a few minutes I forget that I'm driving into a fire zone and feel as if I'm driving into the welcoming arms of some ancient God. Eight twenty two in the morning, we are seventeen clicks into Iraq. The desert is a breathtaking sight. I can't help but think that I'm driving through the ancient kingdom of Babylon. These are the same sense that Moses crossed with millions of Jews. Molestina 2 The unforgiving landscape somehow seems defiled by this concrete and asphalt road.

Nine forty two in the morning; and I see for the first time the image that would hunt my dreams for the rest of my life. There he is, a child that has not seen eight winters yet. He's begging for food on the side of the road. To him we are not the saviors of his country, or the monsters that are sure to kill his people; it's much simpler than that, to him all we are is possible meal, a chance that tonight he won't go to bed hungry. His parents are sitting in front of a small nearby hut, for them we " re also a chance to eat, so they let their child continue.

My thermometer reads 147^0; God only knows how hot the asphalt is under the child's bare feet. Ten thirty three and the child is far behind. We have taken several casualties in the last thirty minutes. The ambush came from nowhere.

But as I lay in the ground firing at the enemy so the medics can evacuate the wounded, all I can think of is how lucky I am. I don't have to figure out a way so my children can eat, I don't have to beg for food, and I know how to read and write. So I make a decision and a promise. I promise whatever higher power is out there that if I get to see my family again. I will spend the rest of my life helping children. Six thirty in the morning, two years later and the memories are still fresh in my mind.

I'm getting ready to go to school. I have chosen to be a children's psychologist. I have found this to be the best way for me to help children, although it may no the best Molestina 3 way to help all the children in the world; at least this is the best I can do to help children all around me. I am looking at at-least six more years of school, but I can handle it. My plan is very simple: I will get my masters in psychology and started private practice; and then I will use the money that I make to provide free psychological care for less fortunate children. The road that lies in front of me is long and hard.

Four years to bachelor, two more years to masters, two years of public work, two more years of school, and then I can start helping kids. My plan is very simple: helping kids like the one on the side of road that day. I won't be able to help them physically or monetarily, but I will be able to show them how to live their lives to the fullest. The hardest things to get over when you are going up are the little misfortunes that affect your emotional state.

A person's mental health is just as important as his / hers physical health. By going to school for psychology I am helping myself understand how children develop, and by doing this I am getting ready to help those less fortunate. As children grow up, they don't know how to handle high stress situations; due to this several psychological issues might develop. I plan to introduce High-School age kids to the realities of life by showing them how to succeed even when the odds are against you. I will not be famous or rich, but as long as one person says before they die, "there once was this great man in my life... ". my dream and promise will be complete.