The loss of a grandparent is something no grandchild could prepare for. My Dada was my role model, the rock of our family. He was the breadwinner who brought my family to the United States and started our journey to the American dream. The stories he told me of his childhood struggles of poverty, having no education, or working 14-hour shifts in a factory to make ends meet to provide for his children instilled lessons of work ethic and perseverance in me. I had watched my grandfather bounce back from a stroke in 2006 and paralysis on his right side, but in 2017 I had to have a difficult conversation with my mother when she gave me the news that my grandfather had a hemorrhagic conversion resulting in his placement in the Intensive Care Unit. At thirteen, it was a difficult conversation to have, I did not understand what was going on or how I could help during this time of uncertainty. I would listen in on the conversations that my mother would have with doctors and specialists, trying to gain some clarity on the situation. This search for clarity lasted for four years, waiting for my grandfather to get better. I watched him move out of the ICU, get off of a respirator and breath himself, and begin showing emotion when we would talk to him. Although he was not able to verbally respond, we knew that he was fighting, unfortunately, his fight would end in July of 2020. During the four years, I spent my time in and out of the hospital visiting my grandfather, but I would remember the kind and informative conversations I would have with the nurses and doctors that would care for my grandfather, and in these times, I would wish I was doing what they were. Although he passed away, the time spent in the hospital was transformative because I realized I wanted to be the one to help people. The doctors made a difficult situation more bearable, and I feel that by being a physician, I could directly impact the lives of my patients, such as how those doctors impacted my life. However, to enter the medical field, I am faced with many challenges such as the cost of attending college and medical school, along with a long time it will take before I will be able to earn an income that is enough to pay off all of my debt. However, what I have learned from my grandfather is that in order to make your dreams a reality, you need to "FIGHT." "Fight" to figure out a way to provide for my family. "Fight" to help support my brother with autism. "Fight" to achieve the American Dream. My grandfather came to America with nothing in his hands and not a dollar to his name, but he began the generational fight to better the lives of my family, and it is my duty to finish it.