their pain is mine...and it hurts

I internalize everything I see. I cant understand a perfect new baby dying. I cant ignore those stories. Is there a purpose for the great deal of emotion I feel when confronted with these stories of loss, pain, misfortune.  There has got to be a reason behind all of this. I think it may be, after it happening so much,  a  segway  to what I should be doing in life.  Someone has a plan for me to help other people  in some way and i'm just waiting to find out what it is. Helping people is something Ive really always wanted to do. After becoming a firefighter and an emt, and a security guard which are all great, I still don't feel fulfilled or that i'm doing my life's work...what i'm suposed to be doing.  You know the job that you're excited to  go to and its never about the money, but you are paid  in a different way, through self-gratification for doing something you love and helping someone.  Its amazing and a great feeling to do that work.  It makes you feel complete and whole and you're taking a part in making the world just a smidgen nicer. I know I was put here to do something better.  But meanwhile i'm sitting here not finding any answers...I just keep waiting for my sign.