Over the summer, I worked in a pharmacy near my house. Everyday, it was the same routine of filling prescriptions and answering the phone. The job was dull, the pay was decent, and the customers were demanding. However, working in the pharmacy was an experience I will never forget. I got to feed peopleís addictions, soothe their ailments, and heal their sicknesses. Working so close with people in such a vulnerable state, gave me the opportunity to see human nature in its weakest form and gave me a sense of purpose and control.
Little Bobby needed his prescription to heal his cold. Sally came in once a week for pills to help her sleep. Ellen stopped in every other week to fill her sonís prescription to treat his skin cancer. They all came to me in their time of need and trusted me to give them the drugs they thought they needed. I found some of the customers were addicted to sleeping pills, Valium, or Prozac. They never noticed it, but I did. They waited, anxi...