As a kid people always want to know what you want to be when
you grow up. I would usually shrug my shoulders, or if I was feeling more
truthful I’d respond, “I don’t want to grow up.”
Once you graduate high school people start asking you about
your goals and dreams. Not a question I ever seemed to have an answer to; I don’t
know if I saw them as unrealistic, so why bother, or if because I try to be more
“take life as it comes”. (At least I try to be like that.) Honestly, I’ve grown
to dread that question, but now, thanks to a recent conversation with my missionary Aunt, I may have an answer equal to the shoulder
shrug of my childhood.
What do I want to be when I grow up? A philanthropist, I’ll
let you work out the details as to why.
