The Shadow of Mount Elgon
After reading the first section of Richard Preston's The Hot Zone, I was utterly astonished. I was amazed by the speed at which the Ebola virus could jump from one host to another; I was completely aware of the fact that this virus could easily wipe out the entire human race within months. I was amazed the the "most powerful beings on earth", the king of the animals, the dwellers of Wall Street, and the multi-millionaires could be obliterated by something they couldn't even see with their naked eye, a sort of sick irony. Yet, even with all this knowledge, I was not quite frightened. Terror was not, in fact, pounding through my veins; my honest first thought was, "Wow, that's what I want to do with my life." It seems masochistic to want to hop into a space suit, blue gloves tapped to my medical scrubs underneath, enter a Level 4 hot zone, and play around with something more lethal that rattlesnake venom, stronger than a sharks bite, and more terrifying than an AK-47 pointed at your chest; but it's exhilarating, and that's what I live for.
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