MY PARENTS WALKED AWAY FROM ME AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS 13 — MY MOTHER WENT PALE WHEN THE DEAN CALLED MY NAME

Patterson or Rachel—someone who could guide people through the hardest moments of their lives.

“I want to apply to Johns Hopkins,” I told Rachel one evening. “Their pre-med program is one of the best in the country, and their medical school, it’s a dream.”

Johns Hopkins was incredibly expensive.

Even with financial aid, it would be a challenge.

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