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Personal Development As a particularly beloved child of my parents as well as a protected sibling of my four brothers and sisters I have very nice memories of my youth. Nevertheless this time for me was not care-free. Since I could remember, a brother of mine suffered from pneumonia. What's more, my father was often ill. The whole family, but above all my mother, worried about both my father and my brother’s health. Therefore, since my earliest childhood I’ve come to know that life does not always consist of luck and joyfulness; People who are often in need of help are those who are suffering from illness; and miserable are also their family members, who can not do as much for their family members, as they have wished they could. I was 12 years old, when this brother in the hospital died from his illness. In my 8th-grade Chinese composition class, we normally had to write paragraphs of one or two pages twice a week on a topic either self-chosen or given by our Chinese teacher. Once we were assigned to write a paragraph with the topic “xxx (self-chosen), my ideal profession”. And the text I wrote, which impressed my teacher obviously and was singled out to read word for word in the class, titled: white angels (a nickname for a nurse because of their white coat), my ideal occupation. Obviously, the image of Florence Nightingale was more appealing than that of a physician, who seemed to me to usually perform operations with a knife in his hand. My mother was pleased with my decision of wanting to work in the medical field since her father, or my grandfather, had already been a well appraised physician when he was alive. Years later, I was enrolled at a medical school in Xinyang, Henan Province and completed my nursing education there. | |||||