This story honestly deserves a Hollywood budget, dramatic lighting and a voice-over trailer. Unfortunately, I’m just a simple guy no explosions, no slow-motion scenes, just real life.

When I was younger, I wanted to become a doctor. Not for the money, not for the title but because I genuinely loved solving problems. I still do. Medicine felt like the ultimate puzzle: something is broken, you find out why, you fix it and someone lives. Simple. Noble. Clean.

To me, medicine wasn’t just a career choice it was a calling. If you read the Bible closely, Jesus never described Himself as a businessman. He compared Himself to a doctor.

“It is the most noble and honorable profession so noble that even God Himself stepped into the role of a Doctor, because the world was suffering from a disease and He had to wear a doctor’s coat to heal it.”

That’s how deeply in love I was with this path. I wasn’t the kind of person who could change circumstances just by talking (like Jesus). I couldn’t fix the world with speeches. But I thought: if I can’t change things with words, maybe I can change them by saving lives. Become a small god, in a way white coat, stethoscope, hero vibes.

But… yes. There had to be a but.

Everything changed during a period when I was extremely devout. The kind of devout where you don’t just pray in your room you go full Bible mode. I had decided to completely give my life to Jesus. And like Him, I went up the mountain to pray.

That’s where I met a man.

His hands were cracked from the cold. His skin clung to his bones. He had been fasting for 21 days, drinking only water and honey. A walking Old Testament reference.

His name was Elijah. And yes he had to be called Elijah. As in Elijah the Tishbite.

He spoke only a few words. He described a vision he was seeing but couldn’t understand. I, on the other hand, understood perfectly and that’s when my heart sank.

Because I realized that my dream of becoming a doctor was not part of God’s plan.

For days before that moment, I had been having recurring dreams. And in none of them was I a doctor. No hospitals. No white coat. No dramatic “we’re losing him” scenes.

Instead, I was always sitting in front of computers. Screens everywhere. Strange symbols. Weird lines scrolling endlessly exactly what the prophet on the mountain described. Lines he didn’t understand.

And honestly? Most people still don’t.

So no, I didn’t become a doctor. I didn’t save lives with a scalpel. I just ended up staring at screens, talking to machines, and solving a different kind of illness one line of code at a time.

Hollywood would’ve added explosions.
I just got bugs.