Anyone might have had an inspiration story to tell that inspired them with there career in medicine. Sick friend, a dead relative, and countless more. But not me. I simply wanted to be rich. And that's not surprising coming from a girl living in a low-income household. That's until I reached junior high. That's until I grew into the reality that I literally had to fight for my education, for my life. Its not easy with 3 older sisters competing for a spot in college my father can afford. I couldn't have that. So losing motivation in homeschool, I paused and started applying to a myriad of scholarships. Hoping that my father won't need to pay for me. But that wasn't enough. It hurt to know the cruel situation we're left in, my father -in his stress- didn't care about my education unless one of us was ready for college. Who was I supposed to find encouragement in. Only later I see my mother growing more haggard by the day and so do her family's situation. I wanted to be the one who bought comfort to them when I'm older with the money they never grew up with. My inspiration wasn't a physical something or someone that pushed me to the limits. It was my parents who struggled to make a home for us. That, was my inspiration to take the next step and bring money to the people who raised me, even though they never thought I'd make it. Especially when trying to become an Anesthesiologist. What 15 year old who hasn't finished high school, home schooled and growing in a horrible financial environment, would want to become a medical student in Harvard. Harvard wouldn't bat an eye at my school records. Who am I to think I'll make it to an Ivy League school. It wouldn't hurt to try. But it does, it does hurt to try when we don't have time and you have an impatient father waiting for one of us to get a job. To balance all this is already a burden. Imagine if we had money. Imagine how easy it would be to simply pay for everything and not worry about debt, about anything. I might be aiding the inaccurate theory that money brings happiness. But when your struggling, what choice do you have but to hope. You really don't know better. I simply want to bring comfort to my parents. I want to take away the stress the has made its mark on there bodies and faces. I want to change something, I want to make them proud. Make my father proud of the daughter he raised and supported. And to do that, I need a good career.