I’m Nancy, 17, with aspirations that stretch far beyond the confines of my small world, dreams of becoming a doctor. My journey is interwoven with my father Dave’s sacrifices and tales of a man I’ve never met, yet who’s played a pivotal role in our lives. Since my mother’s death when I was three, Dad has been my everything. He chose not to remarry, dedicating his life to our little family of two, with every effort aimed at nurturing my future.
Our home resonated with the harmony of shared dreams and laughter, with Dad tirelessly working to support my ambition to enter the medical field. He juggled multiple jobs and economized every aspect of our lives to save for my education, ensuring that the path to my dream was as smooth as possible.
Throughout my childhood, I often heard Dad speak of Mr. Johnson, his boss, with a mix of respect and gratitude. Though his name was familiar in our household, I had never met him nor would I have recognized him had we crossed paths. Mr. Johnson, unbeknownst to me, had subtly influenced my life, orchestrating events like inviting esteemed medical professionals to school events, which fueled my passion for medicine.
