As my parents grow old, health weaknesses surface. I research those ailments and my fate emerges. I learn about genetic predisposition for different ailments and their onset as well as their evolution and outcome (eventually, you will die). I am so grateful I never wanted to be a doctor; I would have died by proxy a million times. In my chosen profession, I am at risk of committing an awkward sentence or a grammatical faux pas. Death by embarrassment is not unheard of, but I don't believe it will be my fate.
Hear I go living dangerously and defying dead!
English Cucumbers
10 months ago
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Hmmm... Now I think of my profession...
It is very possible to contribute to getting people killed by getting the bugs in software slip through...
Scary thought, eh?
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