“I like to think a part of me, no matter how small, genuinely wanted to help others. I imagine the same would be true for you. Can there be anything nobler than saving a life?”
“I like to think a part of me, no matter how small, genuinely wanted to help others. I imagine the same would be true for you. Can there be anything nobler than saving a life?”
“Tell us about yourself.” These are the words which I fear the most. I wait dreadfully as each person before me speaks of their hobbies; that of music, sports, or some niche activities. Death’s scythe grinds on the ground as it is dragged towards me. “I don’t really do much.”