My Life Of My Grandmother Essay

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I grew up in a small village, in Mexico, where there were no health care professionals. My grandmother was one of the ladies in the village who would take care of the sick. She taught everything she knew to my mother. I remember, one day, my mother asking me to accompany her some ware. It was late at night, all of the dogs would bark at us as we walked by. I did not know where we were going. We came to a house where there was a child that was sick. I realized my mother had been asked to come and give the child a shot. I do not remember the dog’s barking at us on our way back home; I think, it was because my mind was on something else that time. I remember thinking of what we had done. There was a feeling of sympathy along with this good feeling about the medicine making this boy feel better.

Ever since I can remember, I have always thought about doing something special in life. In 1996, my family and I got the opportunity to move to the United States. As a little girl, I did not understand how such a sad and difficult goodbye would bring me to a better future. A place where I could study beyond elementary school or middle school. A place that has brought me closer, than I had ever thought, to accomplishing my dream of becoming a pharmacist and being able to fill and dispense patients’ prescription orders. I am grateful for of all of the opportunities that living and studying in the United States has brought.

One of my first jobs during high school was working at a…

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