On the drive into work today, the thought popped in my mind that I have been working in science for a little over 10 years now. Not that it is a major accomplishment and many have put full lifetimes into it, but it is a significant mile marker in my life. Believe me I did not have the most glamorous start to my scientific career, I started out as the bottle washer for a departmental stock room, but that is where I made my start. When you think of jobs that scientists want, bottle washer ranks as DFL, but it was good for me to start at (or maybe even below) the bottom rung of the scientific ladder. It made me humble and as I slowly (and I mean slowly) progressed up the ladder I have had the fortune to meet and work with amazing people.
Science is beautiful because you seem to bring together people from such divergent backgrounds with a variety of interests. Some of us were born on 3rd base. Some of us were born in the projects. Some of us were born in squalid third world backwaters with little to no opportunities. But yet, here we all are working together and in our off times sharing our experiences and cultures. After 10 years in science you learn how to say shit in three languages, how to eat with chopsticks, and how little you know about the world around you.
Once you realize this, its amazing, you never want to stop learning and discovering. About science or humanity.