I never had any interest in listening to my family stories. I found them to be preachy and cheesy. Even then, I still wanted to hear stories about my parents’ past. My mother rarely told me anything about her past and usually diverted the spotlight on her mother and father. But one day, I sat her down and with a video camera, I asked her to tell me any story she liked. I asked her to tell me any story she wanted. With the camera rolling, she told me the story of how she became a doctor. Of how she was destined to work in the farm because her family was poor and there were no medical schools where she lived. Of how she walked the long way to elementary school everyday just to get a glimpse of the local hospital. Of how she worked multiple jobs in her twenties to save up to go to medical school. Of how she eventually was asked to work at Harvard and later here in Toronto. When she finished, I turn off the camera, gave her a hug and saved the video file on my computer. I always longed for a role model growing up, and even though my mother will probably not be there when I finally become a doctor, I will still have that video – I will still be able to tell her story to my
I never had any interest in listening to my family stories. I found them to be preachy and cheesy. Even then, I still wanted to hear stories about my parents’ past. My mother rarely told me anything about her past and usually diverted the spotlight on her mother and father. But one day, I sat her down and with a video camera, I asked her to tell me any story she liked. I asked her to tell me any story she wanted. With the camera rolling, she told me the story of how she became a doctor. Of how she was destined to work in the farm because her family was poor and there were no medical schools where she lived. Of how she walked the long way to elementary school everyday just to get a glimpse of the local hospital. Of how she worked multiple jobs in her twenties to save up to go to medical school. Of how she eventually was asked to work at Harvard and later here in Toronto. When she finished, I turn off the camera, gave her a hug and saved the video file on my computer. I always longed for a role model growing up, and even though my mother will probably not be there when I finally become a doctor, I will still have that video – I will still be able to tell her story to my