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My American dream…
My American dream was the starting of a family and of a business with my wife. I dreamt of being a doctor for most of my post-adolescent life. My father was a school teacher on the West Side of Chicago. We did not have a lot of money, and I still remember my mother spending long Sunday days and nights, writing on legal paper, trying to figure out which bills we could pay. When residency was over, I dreamt of a good paying job. I somehow stumbled onto a brilliant and beautiful, herself an immigrant who was willing to not only marry me and have a family, but also willing to start a medical practice with me. Our first few years, we were struggling. She was pregnant with our child, on the 4th cycle of IVF. We still struggle at times, but are so proud of what we have built, standing on our own.
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