I didn’t start in a good place.
Most of my childhood friends didn’t choose an honorable path. Some of then even ended being locked in prison.
There is not much to talk about my family, besides the fact that they didn’t seen to like my presence too much. Neither were they interested in my development when I was younger.
Of course I’m not talking about everyone, there were two or three parents that were amazingly supportive, but those did not took much of a role in my life since we lived very far away.
As I grew up, I’ve noticed I started to fit in less and less within my social circle. One day, with not much to hold onto, the idea of leaving crossed my mind. I planned cautiously and leaved my family, friends, my useless marketing degree and my banking job in my south american country for good.
Since then, I never looked back. Arriving in Europe felt like the greatest redemption to me. Along with cutting out my past social circle that hold me for so long, coming to Europe was the decision of the century.
The Average Student
I was not a good student. To be honest, I was a bad student.
I have a heartbreaking memory of the principal of my high school calling my parents to tell them to come have a conversation. During the meeting, he looked into my eyes and told me I would always be a 5 out of 10.
“You never get 10’s, you only get 5’s. You are an average guy. If you continue living like this you will forever have 5s in every area of your life. You will get into an average university, have an average girlfriend and an average job”
My parents concurred.
When Destiny Calls
Looking in retrospective, while I was never an A school student, I have always been destined to become a great Village Doctor.
Even in the messiest moments of my life I remember reaching out for scientific sources to improve my life.
I've learned so much more than needed about hormones, physiology and nutrition in order to get fit. But as I did, I started helping those around me with the knowledge I got. It felt Powerful.
I once helped my grandmother cure her acute dorsal hands tendinitis with simple molecules and a good resting protocol. When her pain went away I gave a her a premium hand gripper to help train her auxiliary muscles. She lived the rest of her days so active and without pain. It was beautiful.
Getting Into Medical School
One of my brothers, the youngest one, was the one who used to listen to me. He grew up controlling every bit of his life through the beginning: nutrition, finances, training, social life. I like to think that I saved him from having a childhood like mine.
Unfortunately, he failed his 1st year of high school. Our family didn’t seen to care much about that, therefore I decided to help him with the one area I was an average guy. And for that I had to become something else.
I started trying to convince him that he could be anything he wanted and that I believed he could be a great doctor.
As I started to study everyday to help him, I found a sub in the reddit where I got all AnKing Medical cards.
Learning medicine through Anki became my greatest hobby to pass the time. Everyday I would religiously do my reviews. Card per card.
Needless to say every single time I went on a date with a gorgeous doctor or medical student she would end up being very impressed.
In the meantime, my brother followed strictly our routine. Sitting with me. Studying chemistry and biology. He would teach me the very basic of each subject in order for me to understand the Ankis I was memorizing. He was so much more brilliant than me.
At the moment I was not capable to understand that when I was helping him, giving all my energy in solidarity to his future, I was actually transforming myself in something much different than the “5” I was supposed to be when growing up.
At the end of that same year, I had completed all Step 1 cards. By then, I decided to restart my academic life to be a doctor.
I kept this dream inside me as a secret and haven't told anyone. I didn’t care how long it would take. In fact, I was about to enroll back in high school and start from scratch since I didn’t have any validated studies in Europe.
Gladly, I've managed to found a way to present myself in the national exams with the school historic I had.
It was the first exam I've ever presented myself in this foreign language.
At my 27th birthday, being among the top 10 grades, I got into medical school in my first try. For my youngest brother, he saw his grades skyrocketing and completed high school as one the best students in his class.
Medical school has not been easy. My grades continues to be 5s when I am lucky and I've been failing many times. Looking to the bright side, 5s are not that bad when you manifest the life you were destined to have.
Even though I am not the best medical student, my unmatched tenacity will help me get by and soon enough I'll be receiving you at my doctor's studio to help with whatever you need.
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