I'm fine, I worry about others

As a medical student scheduled to graduate in 2020, I know I'm fine. I have the luxury of job security waiting for me. The same isn't true for my old high school and college peers that are looking for jobs now. I worry for them. I worry for people like my parents who are retiring and rely on welfare programs for their healthcare. I worry that when I'm finally able to practice as a physician, the only people that can afford my care will be the wealthy elite because my dream is to serve those most in need, the poor, the disadvantaged, the marginalized.