Everyone has their own strong and personal reasons for following and choosing their careers. These are my reasons. Ever since I was a little girl my passion for dancing has been gigantic. I always wanted to dance but even more than that I wanted to be a dance teacher. But I often had to fight for my dream. The fight truly began when I was seventeen. The time came for me to go to college. I had my heart set on going to a dance college, but my father wanted me to be a doctor. A big argument ensued but in the end I disobeyed my father's wishes and was accepted into a dance college. At the same time I got a job in this amazing sport, art, and social complex called SOGIPA. I was very young, with no college degree, but I needed the job in order to pay for college. I got the job... but I got it because I gave them a fake resume. To keep the job I needed to prove that I was able. I taught for about a month when a mother brought her six year old daughter, Juliana, in for dance classes. Juliana was not an ordinary little girl, she did not have some of the social skills that other children her age had, and also she could not speak. She was much more than shy; it was almost as if she were looking into herself all the time. Her mother said that she was seeing a therapist and specialist. She said that the doctor suggested that Juliana take dance classes. Here came challenge number two of fighting for my dream. I had to prove that my resume was right and teach this little girl. From that point on Juliana was in dance classes. For a full year she took ballet classes. But in most classes she did not move or speak. But I had to keep trying, I could not give up. Then the end of the year show arrived and all the preparation that came with it. I was with Juliana's classmates sitting on the floor picking out costumes. All the other little girls wanted to be flowers and choose their colors accordingly. Then suddenly I heard "I want to be a butterfly!". I looked back in awe at the little girl who had spoken. It was Juliana! For the first time me and all her friends saw her come forth. In tears, I called her mother and explained the event. Her mother ran to the dance studio, also in tears, and asked if Juliana could be in the show along with the rest of her class. I told her "Of course she can dance on stage with her class!". When the costumes came, Juliana tried hers on and ran around the studio yelling at the top of her lungs in complete joy "I'm the most beautiful butterfly ever!" Now came the time of the show. Juliana messed up all of the steps but the big smile on her face more than made up for it. I did not care about the missed steps because Juliana was indeed a beautiful butterfly and that was the most important thing. After a couple of years Juliana quit dance. Sixteen years later, the summer right before I moved to America, I received an invitation to a graduation from a School of Medicine. I was very curious to see this because to my knowledge I did not know anyone in medical school. When I opened it I read "Juliana R. would like to invite you to her commencement ceremony". For a moment I could not remember who this girl was. Then instantly it came to my mind "Oh Lord. This is Juliana, the little girl who would not speak. She's now a doctor!" Needless to say, I attended the ceremony. It was beautiful. It was my first time going to a medical school graduation . I can still remember it. I'm in a 1600 seat auditorium that ’s full of proud parents and family members. The ceremony starts and in walk all the professors and doctors. The graduates come in shortly afterwards. As they come down the aisles I am searching for Juliana. But I can't see her. Almost midway through the ceremony, they give out an award to the most outgoing and sociable student. A young woman goes up to accept the award and to make a speech. When I see her face I am shocked to see that it is my Juliana! She begins telling the audience why she chose to be a doctor... she talks about the beauty of the profession... helping people and saving lives. Now she pauses. "But I want to tell you why I had the confidence to persue such a difficult career and why I was chosen to speak to you tonight". She explained that when she was six years old she did not speak. She didn't like people...and she hated herself. "Then, my mother put me in ballet class. My teacher was Miss Andreia, whom I know is in the audience tonight. She not only gave me a butterfly costume, but she gave me wings to fly high. Now look how high I have flown. So thank you Miss Andreia you helped make me a doctor".