For the past 6 years, I have been struggling with chronic illness. I have been going to countless doctors to find out what the issue is, but I have always left with more questions. People have always treated me differently due to this. My illness is pretty visible to others, which has caused people to turn their backs on me and stop being my friends. Even with this occurrence, I have never given up. At work, I met a girl named Amanda, and she is the most amazing girl I have ever met. Amanda is 3 years older than me, and I originally got close to training her to become a manager. She's the first person who has allowed me to share my struggles with her, no matter what it was, health-wise or life-wise, without judgment. She has never defined me by my illness as other people have. She understands my struggles with even trying to get out of bed daily to go to school or to go to work due to my chronic fatigue, and she does everything she can to help me. The same goes the other way. I'm always open to listening to her struggles in life, and we are always there for each other. Due to my illness, which I also had during my childhood, I never really had a real childhood. I missed out on a lot, such as anime, due to not having technology growing up, and other life experiences such as trying different foods and even boba. My parents didn't really spend that much money on entertainment, so I would miss out on movies; in short, people could say I live under a rock. She has taken me out from under this rock, and I feel as if she has rescued me. She has me trying new foods that I had never even known existed, new experiences such as movies, going to grand openings for boba shops, and teaching me that life can be fun, especially with friends. Recently, I have been undergoing more medical testing. Many blood tests, treatments, heart monitors, and heart testing, and she has been there for me all along. Anytime I ask if she would be willing to come with me to my doctor's appointment, she has always said yes. Even though I am pretty used to going to the doctor and having many needles in my arms, there is a feeling of warmth in my heart knowing that when I come out, she will be waiting for me. When I come out, she always checks if I'm okay. Nothing feels better than just a very low-pressure presence that she gives me. A lot of times I don't have the time to get food for myself, and she brings food to me, or when we hang out, she buys food for me. It's always a coincidence when she gets me food because those are the days that she somehow knows I did not eat, and I feel extremely sick due to my health problems. The other day she brought me drinks for me to try, which lightened up my day immediately. I think my most recent favorite moment is when we went to the movie theater together and watched a horror movie, and we held hands because she was extremely scared. At the end of the movie, she thanked me for holding her hand and comforting her during the movie. I did not think it was a big deal because I thought it was very relaxing. I love her so much!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was faking. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because I find it fascinating, and because of my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day-to-day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad at me for being late or missing a class, even when it was out of my control, which caused me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up had shaped my perspective and overall belief about life. These obstacles even extended to my home life, where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off, saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money, or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account, he used my paychecks as a money-making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist, which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life, that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always seen the medical field so fascinating due to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, my day to day life was quite difficult. Due to this I was not diagnosed, I wasn’t able to get support that would help me perform like the “normal students”. This affected how I perceived school, affecting my learning and retention of material. These obstacles that I faced while growing up shaped my mentality, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on in hopes of helping others. Honestly, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean everything. Currently I am on the waitlist for a respiratory therapy program at a community college all while completing my Bachelors in Biology at the University of California Riverside. After getting my license in respiratory therapy I plan to work in the hospital setting while finishing up the Bachelors at UC Riverside. My ultimate goal is to go to medical school to become a doctor and help others that faced similar obstacles as I did.

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating it is in addition to my own personal experience with the medical field. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain, causing my day to day life to be quite difficult. It extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways. He even attempted to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to give me a disability. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get multiple jobs or I would have to be gone. I did get myself a job, but he received all my paychecks making it impossible to save money. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him. I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. So far my plans are paying off as I am on the waitlist for a respiratory therapy program all while completing my bachelors in Bio at UC Riverside.

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, he even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating it is in addition to my own personal experience with the medical field. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain causing my day to day life to be quite difficult. It extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways. He even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to give me a disability. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get multiple jobs or I would have to be gone. I did get myself a job, but he received all my paychecks making it impossible to save money. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him. I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. So far my plans are paying off as I am on the waitlist for a respiratory therapy program all while completing my bachlors in Bio at UC Riverside.

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, Iñ even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always seen the medical field so fascinating due to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, my day to day life was quite difficult. Due to this I was not diagnosed, I wasn’t able to get support that would help me perform like the “normal students”. This affected how I perceived school, affecting my learning and retention of material. These obstacles that I faced while growing up shaped my mentality, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on in hopes of helping others. Honestly, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean everything.

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always seen the medical field so fascinating due to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, my day to day life was quite difficult. Due to this I was not diagnosed, I wasn’t able to get support that would help me perform like the “normal students”. This affected how I perceived school, affecting my learning and retention of material. These obstacles that I faced while growing up shaped my mentality, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on in hopes of helping others. Honestly, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean everything.

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

I have always loved the medical field because of how fascinating I believe it is in addition to my personal experience with many health issues while growing up. I was always known as the “sick kid” with a huge variety of symptoms that doctors could not even explain; therefore, not being able to help me treat it caused my day to day life to be quite difficult. Due to doctors not being able to diagnose or treat my condition, I was never able to get support at school that would help me thrive and perform better like the “normal students”. At school, the teachers would always get mad for why I was late or why I missed a class even when it was out of my control causing me to get in trouble. This really affected how I perceived school, overall affecting my learning. These obstacles that I faced while growing up, had shaped my perspective and overall belief of life. These obstacles even extended to my home life where my father thought I was faking being sick. I was at the doctor so much to try to figure out what I had, but since all the doctors could never figure out my condition, my dad brushed it off saying that I was fine when I was not. I am assuming he did this to protect himself, but instead he should have been helping his child, his only child. It got so bad that my father wanted to do nothing with me. He tried sending me off to another state when I was 16 years old by myself with all the money I needed so I would not have to see him again, he attempted putting me up for adoption and when my mother did not want this, he wanted to divorce my mother so we would all part ways or I went with my mother, and even attempted sending to go to a behavioral health hospital to live there and finish up my last two years of high school even though I was fine. When my mother disapproved of all of this, he tried taking me to a psychologist and tried to convince the doctor to give me “brain meds” to mess up my head so I would not be capable of working in health care. He tried all of the craziest things to try to get rid of me or mess up my health or my future goals. Thankfully, none of these crazy plans were successful, but in turn he forced me to get a job and make money or else I would be kicked out at 16, and at 18 I would have to be completely out of the house. I did get myself a job, but since he was on my account he used my paychecks as a money making machine by taking money out and putting it in his, making it impossible to save money. At that point, I was working just to get away from him and his craziness. I picked up 2 more jobs so I could be free from him and tried to stay strong through it all. Overall, I am grateful for how my condition has shaped me to this day, shaping my future goals of first becoming a respiratory therapist and then a pulmonologist which I am currently working on to help others with similar struggles. To be completely honest, I would love to help everyone in the world, but even if I could only make a difference in one person’s life that would mean the world to me!

While growing up, it was a family tradition that my family and I would visit my grandma every Saturday. I loved these days, they were before I had any responsibilities such as work or school and I had the time to spend with family, which I should not have taken for granted. These days were filled with laughter, fun, and the most interesting: the organizing of my grandma’s house. Before moving to assisted living premises about five years ago, my grandma owned a large house. My whole family knew that the time would come for her to leave the house any year, which was when the major clearing out of it took place. My grandma has been a major collector of virtually everything ever since her husband died. This was my grandpa and his name was Ervin. Ervin was a veteran and he had died even before I was born. He had served in the military when he was young where he gained a passion for guns and planes. He loved planes so much that he built a small plane for his only son (my dad), expressing his passion for planes. This was not some cheap handmade item, it was made with all metal which was super heavy-duty making it weigh about 50 pounds. My dad always had fun in this little plane: he would dress up in it and pretend he was flying or pretend it was a car. One day I came across this plane while cleaning up my grandma’s overloaded garage with my dad. The plane was up on one of the top boards of the garage, and the second I saw it I wanted to ride in it. It seemed dusty but I still wanted to try it, so I asked my dad to get it down. To my huge disappointment, my dad had a bad back and told me he was not going to be able to get it down. Unfortunately, I never rode in it, but the plane sparked some unforgettable stories from Grandma and Dad. Overall, I am happy these stories were told because they allowed me to understand my family to a greater extent before we parted ways five years ago. If these stories were not told, the sad thing is I still would not know anything about my grandpa to this day, which would be caused by a huge family dispute over money factors.

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

In 2020, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. This experience allowed me to quickly realize how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the entire family. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal!”. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming a doctor in pulmonology. While researching school costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. I was not scared off, as the cost made me even more motivated to work hard and pursue medical school: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

In 2020, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. This experience allowed me to quickly realize how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. While researching school costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to work hard and pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

In 2020, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. This experience allowed me to quickly realize how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. While researching school costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to work hard and pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

While growing up, it was a family tradition that my family and I would visit my grandma every Saturday. I loved these days, they were before I had any responsibilities such as work or school and I had the time to spend with family, which I should not have taken for granted. These days were filled with laughter, fun, and the most interesting: the organizing of my grandma’s house. Before moving to assisted living premises about five years ago, my grandma owned a large house. My whole family knew that the time would come for her to leave the house any year, which was when the major clearing out of it took place. My grandma has been a major collector of virtually everything ever since her husband died. This was my grandpa and his name was Ervin. Ervin was a veteran and he had died even before I was born. He had served in the military when he was young where he gained a passion for guns and planes. He loved planes so much that he built a small plane for his only son (my dad), expressing his passion for planes. This was not some cheap handmade item, it was made with all metal which was super heavy-duty making it weigh about 50 pounds. My dad always had fun in this little plane: he would dress up in it and pretend he was flying or pretend it was a car. One day I came across this plane while cleaning up my grandma’s overloaded garage with my dad. The plane was up on one of the top boards of the garage, and the second I saw it I wanted to ride in it. It seemed dusty but I still wanted to try it, so I asked my dad to get it down. To my huge disappointment, my dad had a bad back and told me he was not going to be able to get it down. Unfortunately, I never rode in it, but the plane sparked some unforgettable stories from Grandma and Dad. Overall, I am happy these stories were told because they allowed me to understand my family to a greater extent before we parted ways five years ago. If these stories were not told, the sad thing is I still would not know anything about my grandpa to this day, which would be caused by a huge family dispute over money factors.

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done such that I became a more caring and understanding person. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done such that I became a more caring and understanding person. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done such that I became a more caring and understanding person. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy! Several aspects make up a good student: not only does this include good grades but also being involved in extracurricular activities, such as a job or being in academic teams. Working has always been a part of my life in high school, as I always held at least one job during high school. Work is amazing as it gives me a break from schoolwork, as well as a sense of responsibility beyond school. Although I loved work, I was forced to work, because of an awful relationship with my father leading to supporting myself for 6 months. My father and I have not had a good relationship since 2020 when I first got sick. Two years later, he was so fed up with my illness, he would verbally threaten to kick me out of the house. From there on, the fear of this playing out was very real, in which I realized I would need to work multiple jobs. During my sophomore year, I got my first job at Bafang Dumpling. I enjoy working here since it has a welcoming environment, as well as offering many pay raises and promotions. Despite being an AP student, and having very poor health, I was forced to sacrifice some studying to work 30 hours a week to support myself since my father was not going to. A year later, I was forced to obtain another job, because of many threats of getting kicked out of the house before graduating and having to face homelessness. As for my senior year, I was working anywhere from 38-45 hours per week in addition to AP courses. Although my health slightly improved, there were still “sick days” that made it impossible to go to school; but those days I fought hard, studied in bed, and worked the night shift. Despite these challenges, I lived life to the fullest; however, even though life was different from what it used to be, I quickly adapted to the change. Although boundaries were faced, I learned how to be an exceptional student even in the midst of uncertainties. As with trying to achieve any other goal in life, one can not accomplish anything without guidance from others as well as not having the money to accomplish such goals. Reflecting on my life experiences as a whole I feel I am a strong candidate for this scholarship as it would help with accomplishing my life goals, since I am a highly driven person eager to accomplish my goals no matter what life hits me with.

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had expected, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

When I was 14 years old, I developed an illness that I still have today. Mysterious symptoms that seemed like they came on all of a sudden ranging from fatigue to trouble breathing, none of which could be figured out professionally. Although these medical complications interfered with my everyday life, they helped to grow my interest in the medical field. Starting my early years of high school was a rough start as I began to encounter more and more medical issues; although, it helped me grow as a person. For most of my life, I was a very negative and unappreciative person, but this all changed after getting sick. In the midst of this going on, I quickly realized how short life is; therefore, I learned to appreciate every day. Honestly, this event changed me more than anything else has ever done: I became a more caring and understanding person, as well as stopping my racist beliefs in their tracks. As the years passed, this changed mindset set my future to help and protect others, projecting either policing, marines, or the healthcare field. By my sophomore year of high school, I realized how unpredictable and weak my body had become, making Policing or the Marines unrealistic; however, I quickly developed an interest in becoming a doctor. The work environment of a doctor would be more suitable for me as it’s a much safer environment as well as not being highly demanding. During my junior year of high school, worsened health set my heart on becoming a doctor to help others with similar health issues. From personal experience of having an undiagnosed chronic illness, I understand unexplained symptoms not only cause anger and complications for the individual but also for their family as well. Having to grow up in this manner caused me to have a lot of hate towards the medical system. As the years passed, the more I suffered, and the more desperate I was to figure out my illness. Every time I tried to figure out my illness, I was always hit with the same answer: “All the lab results came back normal, so you are healthy!” when I was not. As I got older, I decided I wanted to use this hate to help others in the world by becoming an exceptional doctor of pulmonology. When I was researching costs during my senior year, I was caught off guard by the cost of becoming a doctor. Even though the cost was more than what I had intended, I was not scared off; as the cost made me even more motivated to pursue medical school. I already know accomplishing my dream will be a difficult route financially, but I believe scholarships like this one would be a crucial part of accomplishing my dream: to help anyone struggling with sickness get treated quickly for a speedy recovery since everyone deserves to be healthy!

After graduating from Glen A. Wilson High School in 2024 I plan to go to UC Irvine to pursue my two dreams: open up my own Bafang Dumpling and become a pulmonologist. My dream of opening my own Bafang Dumpling started when I was 16 years old and job searching. I have always wanted to work in the food industry to provide exceptional customer service for the community in which I live, so I applied to several different restaurants in hopes of getting hired, but only Bafang Dumpling hired me. I have been employed at Bafang Dumpling for more than a year now, and I still enjoy every single day I am scheduled to work there. I started job searching to start saving money to move out, but mainly, to get away from my family. In the past few years, my relationship with my family has declined dramatically to the point where we must have distance from each other to avoid issues. These issues started 3.5 years ago when my health dramatically declined and Dad took his anger out on me for my health issues. He would always get mad at me for coughing too much or being too loud. He would say "That's enough"; however, I tried so hard not to make noise but I am sick, so I could not help it. Knowing my father he did not understand that. My father always thought I was faking it to get attention and would punish me for not listening to him when he told me to stop making noise but I was not faking. Dad's punishments would range from threats of getting kicked out of the house, to all electronics taken away, closing my bank accounts, and putting the money into his account. All during this time, I got so sick that my doctors referred me to different specialists to try to solve my problem, but I was always told my issue was unknown. This experience set my heart on going into the medical field to improve care for people with medical issues. This experience allowed me to learn what independence was, but it also turned me into a hard worker with big dreams. My dream of becoming a pulmonologist arose when I was 16 years old and going through some medical issues. For most of my life, I have always had ongoing medical issues that would disturb daily life, with breathing difficulties the most disturbing. I still have breathing difficulties today, which does not make me give up on life, instead, it has made me a stronger person. It also set my heart on helping others with breathing difficulties, as well as helping me to open my business. After a year of working at Bafang Dumpling, I learned almost everything there was to the business except for manager jobs: documenting and reporting the daily total sales to the owner using Excel. Although I do not know of this, I am still very confident my business will be very successful because of my knowledge of running it during business hours; for example, the most crucial part of the business is the revenue, and to make revenue one would have to know how to make the food and drinks. My interpretation of a successful business is that there is always daily profit, which should only be saved. I hope I get the opportunity to win this scholarship as it will help me financially for college to become a doctor as well helping me save money to open up my own Bafang Dumpling business sooner.

There are several ways in which I exemplify leadership qualities in my everyday life at both work and school. For my whole life, I always worked with others to get the job done; whether that be at work or school. As for my school years, when there was a group project I was always the leader of the team: making sure that everyone was on task to ensure the project was completed on time. Many times I had people in my group that would not work or they would not do anything unless they were told exactly what to do; although this could be very frustrating, I dealt with them as well as getting the work done on time. I made sure everyone had a job to do and the task was spread out evenly so no one was taken advantage of and doing more work than the other. Of all the times I became the leader of the group, these groups were successful no matter what boundary or obstacle the group faced in life because I never gave up until we reached success. My leadership qualities at work are similar to what I had in school to get the work done, starting with the most important tasks first. I got my first in-person job at Bafang Dumping in 2022 at the age of 16 where I learned the importance of working with others. I still work at Bafang Dumpling to this day and I love my job. I especially enjoy the expo, which is where you have to work with 1 or 2 other people to get all the customer's orders in order and send it out in a timely manner. At work, there are always those people that are lazy and let others do all the work, which is where I ask for them to do a task, but if they still refuse, I come in and take responsibility for the task. For all my time working at Bafang Dumpling I have always gone above and beyond even if that was not my job, which makes me a good leader because even if no one else wanted to work, I still made sure the work got done. In the future, I plan to open up my own Bafang Dumpling where I will lead my business as well as work with my business partners to create a successful Bafang. This will also include effectively communicating with my staff to run a successful business by working around their schedule.

I started my medical journey that I still go through today starting at the age of 5. I always grew up taking medications daily just to get through my everyday life. As I got older, the number of medications just increased more and more, especially at the age of 16 when I was going through Cystic Fibrosis testing. Cystic Fibrosis is a genetic disease that attacks the digestive system and slowly shuts down the lungs because the body produces too much mucus allowing the lungs to drown in it. Anyways, I went through extensive medical testing for Cystic Fibrosis because I have a lot of mucus production that makes it hard to breathe; therefore, this symptom aligned with Cystic Fibrosis causing concern. This extensive testing for Cystic Fibrosis lasted for about 5 months long with a result negative for Cystic Fibrosis; which was a relief, but raised many questions which I still do not have answers for today. Although I am glad I do not have the genetic disease, I wish I had more answers. I got tested for this disease and that disease, but the doctors could still not find what was wrong with me and why I was producing so much mucus affecting my daily life. For example, I always loved to run a few miles after school in middle school, but once I had these unexplained symptoms I lost my interest in running entirely correlating with breathing difficulties and the overall decline I saw in my health; however, I am happy and proud of myself for always getting through the good and the bad days, as well as any obstacle that came along with it. Overall, being "different" has made me a more robust and wiser person because it has helped me realize the importance of life and how every second and breath should be taken as your last. I learned life is short and unpredictable, which is why I want to become a doctor that specializes in Cystic Fibrosis because of my experience with it. I understand living with an illness is not easy and sometimes overwhelming, but most importantly, I want to empower my patients, tell them to stay strong, and not let their illness define them. Cystic Fibrosis is known as a "white disease" but in reality, it can affect any race or minority, even the Hispanic community. This disease will especially affect low-income Hispanic minorities because it is a very costly disease from costs that range from CF clinic to all of the medications that CFers need just to live their daily lives. When I am an adult I plan to attend Cystic Fibrosis walks to help spread cystic fibrosis awareness and find a cure soon to let CF stand for Cure Found!