When I was an intern, I got a call from my boss, who was concerned about me having too many doctors.
He said, “If you’re not getting the best doctors, you’re probably going to have a bad job.”
I was a medical student, but I was not looking for a doctor, and I was still studying.
I ended up working in a clinic for a year, and it was a really good experience.
But I didn’t want to stay in the same profession.
I wanted to be a lawyer.
My father was an attorney and a lawyer was my dream.
So I got into medicine and started practicing in California.
At that point, I had to decide whether I wanted an internship or a full-time job.
At the time, the internship was offered to medical students for a stipend of $15 an hour, and the full-timers were paid $28 an hour.
I was offered a full fellowship and got a job as a hospital intern.
The internship was really interesting.
I had the chance to spend time with my colleagues and see their jobs, and that really helped me.
I saw the way people actually work, how they go about their work, and how they make their decisions.
I became a really close friend with one of my colleagues.
It’s not easy to get that kind of support, and as a medical graduate, you really need that.
I also had a really supportive family.
My dad is a really great guy.
He was very involved in my life, and we’ve always had a great relationship.
But after the internship, I realized that he would have loved to be able to continue practicing medicine and helping people in a more traditional way.
My mother was also a great partner.
I always felt that she was the center of my life.
My family has always been supportive of me.
When I came to work, I met this amazing nurse who was really kind and caring, and she was like my guardian angel.
She had a huge heart, and there were so many other nurses that helped me along the way.
I got to learn so much.
The work I was doing was really challenging.
I did have my own medical problems, but when I started working full- time, I was able to focus on my family.
The first time I ever had an appointment, I took a bunch of pictures.
I felt so empowered.
I knew I had something to contribute to the world, and they helped me realize it.
The day I left, my family asked if I wanted a raise.
My response was, “Of course.
I’m happy to work anywhere.
I don’t want my job to be about my career, or the amount of money I’m making.
I just want to be treated like I belong.”
I never wanted my first salary to go to a corporation, and if I ever did, I’d be grateful for it.
It was very inspiring for me.
My second job was in a hospital, but after that I had this internship in the California General Hospital.
It wasn’t my dream job, but it was an experience I really wanted to pass down.
My first day on the job, I saw an 18-year-old boy from China, who is a special education teacher in the emergency room.
He came to the emergency department because he was really sick.
He had a heart attack and died on the way to the hospital.
He died in a very short time, and he was a special-education teacher.
He taught my classmates that we should never underestimate our colleagues.
I could not have done anything to help him, and when I was asked why, I said, I couldn’t have been more proud of him.
I thought about what my future might look like if I worked in an emergency department.
My future career path is a little different.
I have a lot of friends and family who are in the medical field, and some of them have been in medical schools for a long time.
One of my close friends, who has been practicing for 25 years, is a surgeon.
She’s always been interested in my career path and what I could do to help people.
My mom is an OB-GYN, and my sister is a pediatrician.
We all went to the same college, and then I went to a different one after college.
I’ve never been interested before in a medical career.
I think it was because I didn, in my teenage years, felt like I wasn’t good enough to do what I wanted.
I came from a family that really was focused on family.
When you come from a broken home, you can’t help but be concerned about how you’re going to feed your family, and this is the one thing I didn- I didn’ t think I was good enough.
I didn’, t know that my mother was so supportive of my career.
She has a strong sense of purpose, and has helped me understand that there is no place in medicine