My childish wish...

Today I attended a lecture on the "Psychology of social work". It was very interesting and I got a lot of helpful information about this kind of work. I really enjoyed my time at the university. But while I was sitting at the lecture, I remembered about my childhood dream to help people when I grow up.
I suppose that each of us had thoughts about the future and what we will do when we are adults. My childhood wish was to become a social worker and help different people to solve their problems. I cannot say that it was a dream. No, it was not. And I know that it is a thankless and low-paying job, but sometimes a person just wants to be helpful and bring some kindness into this complicated world. So do I. I can imagine how hard this kind of work is and that it requires a lot of courage and patience, I think. Homeless people, orphans, invalids and others considered needy people do need help. I admire those workers who care about them and try to help them sincerely.
I just share my memories and I realize that, as we become older, most of us are not interested in other`s problems and that our own lives and comfort are more important to us.