Success stories - A Physician’s story - Part 1
I decided once I finished collage I was going to continue deepening my studies and would take on a university career. My family indeed is not rich and we do not have that much money but the first years it was OK.
I decided I wanted to study medicine. Therefore, of course, I wanted to study in the best university possible or medical school and I did my research; there were some amazing ones, private but with out of this world tuition costs! I mean, there is simply no way anyone in his or her right mind is going to pay that much money to become a physician, regardless of the school or university that you are dealing with.
At least, not me and not my family, after all, all these universities really had going for them is the fame, but I did not see many advantages in the schooling program so I turned away from such expensive and famous universities and medical schools. I turned to the no so expensive and not so famous medical schools and private universities ones.
I found that indeed they are not that expensive they have serious lacks in their learning programs as well as in the hospitals where students are practicing and strange fees for unknown things. If indeed I had no problem in paying for my medical career I was not going to loose time and money on a so-so medical school and career; so I turned to the lesser schools: The ones that most often are left behind either because they are too cheap or because they are public.
In addition, I found actually a great medical school, sad to say it was too far away from home and I was going to have to squeeze even more money out of my parents to be able to pay of tuition and boarding-living expenses. It seemed something too steep.
Nevertheless, my family did not allow me to forget this school. They paid my registration and first year tuition and boarding, and they did give me the sufficient money to pay for my living expenses for a whole year. Then disaster struck.
My youngest brother fell off from the house ancient elm. Mom had told him always that he should not climb and even on an occasion or two, she punished him severely. I remember because I was 15 and he was 9.