A Decision...Once I Regret

That day, the Ministry of Education Director for Medical School did not want to give me permit for Medical School, a prerequisite to enter Medical proper, unless my school would allow me to enroll that second semester. I already spent half a year in Medical proper in that school. However, the Assistant Dean of Medical School didn’t allow me to enroll unless I had the permit. Unfortunately the Dean was on leave. I went back and forth on those two most inconsiderate people I had ever met. I got tired working on this for several days. I was pleading on them guaranteeing them that I would be a very good doctor. Nonetheless, my effort was futile.

How about my dream? It was almost in my hand. I was almost there. I could remember how difficult the entrance exams was and how lucky was I when out of thousands ap

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How could someone turn it down?

As I looked at the sky – searching for any answer I could see, all I wanted was a definite sign from my God. When I closed the door, I knew, I would never reach my dream. My mom was a public elementary teacher with a very meager income. I never wanted to see a doctor, clinic, and hospital – anything that would remind me of my dream. We were five in the family and I was the eldest. That was because I got a wonderful family – a loving husband and three beautiful kids. How then could I let it go?

On the other hand, could this be a sign that I was not really meant for my dream? I was a product of a broken family.

It took me years, around five-seven years to cope up and let go of this regret. Was he listening? Was this occurrence the sign itself? Or I had the choice fight for my dream.

He should hade given his share. He grabbed the pen and signed the letter.

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Approximate Word count = 1102
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)

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