i had a conversation with my father one time about my purpose in life. he expressed to me that he always felt since i was a baby that my purpose in life was to help people...not just help them like, "oh, let me carry that bag for you" but help them see things they never saw before, hear things that fell upon their deaf ears, and realize their purpose in life, in addition to the common understanding of what "helping" someone is. to hear him say that made me feel far more loved that day than any day prior. why? because for the first time in my entire life, i 