I was a screw up and I'm IN MEDICAL SCHOOL- so I hope you read my story bro and don't lose hope.
I'm going to try* to tell you a quick* version of my story, but yeh even the quick version is going to be long! I also apologize in advance, medical school is serious business that leaves zero time so I'm rush typing this and not proof-reading any vocab or errors. In my youth I was suicidal, my household was broken, and I was awful at math. I'm currently 31 years old and am in medical school.
I stopped attending high school at age 15 due to that broken household, depression, and suicidal ideation's. I never bothered to hardly attend school up to this point and my grades were all F's anyways.
I had to get a job.. TACOBELL. I worked that place for 3 years. I got my GED in the process and took REMEDIAL classes in a COMMUNITY COLLEGE along the way. At 19 I 'fell in love'. We moved in together, she had 2 previous kids so like here I am at 19 years old with a GED, highschool drop out working at tacobell with a girl and 2 kids to somehow take care off.. at this point she was the 'breadwinner' of the family and her parents basically supported us (remember, my family was broken).
I got her pregnant. BTW this is basically my first serious girlfriend/relationship I've had in life. I had a 1 to 1 serious talk with myself. I did not know how, but I knew I wanted to provide for them, give them a better life than I had.
I had no idea how bro. I was working a day shift at taco bell, thinking what I can do?!?!?-- I previously applied to fed ex to be a delivery driver, had an interview and bombed it. They said I had no experience. So here I am at a tacobell, I saw these trash guys come in and I talk to them about work. It was an upstart business, a junk removal business. They had two trucks, gave me the contact info to the owner and I reached out to him. He had me come in for an interview and I was hired. At this time I was making LESS money than I did at tacobell to be basically a glorified trash man.. however, I was ganna get to drive the little trucks they had so I figured 'Ill get that driving experience for the fedex job'. BTW an extremely sad time in my life-- my pregnant girlfriend had a miscarriage- a major shock, she lived extremely healthy and didn't do drugs.
I start work, I work hard. The owner was very wealthy. I'm not going to go into alot of detail here, but I give this job my all. Business exploded. I was leading all the crews and the owner didn't have the time to give to run the daily operations with all the business. We had a talk about something called 'sweat equity'. He gave me a percent of the company, and I'd run it and the more profitable it was the more I'd get from my stake. If profits really grew, I'd also get a decent salary. I didn't have a business degree, but he saw talent in me and really believed he could trust me. I took it.. Over the course of the next few years we went from 2 trucks to 23 trucks, expanded to 2 other cities, had a contract with a popular tv show.. business was good and I was ROLLING in money. 'I made it'. Friends said 'I was living the American dream'. That 'wealthy' owner saw me as his own son. I had an awesome office, a limo and driver, and I basically delegated all of my work at this point. My relationship fell apart and I was miserable. My job did require that I traveled and partied ALOT. I'm not into drugs, but I had to do a lot of drugs. I wanted to just be a homebody, but I was getting plane tickets to Vegas to party and I had to go along-- No way the owner was going to party hard without his 'sidekick'. Dude loved drugs, loved women, loved to party and wanted me to live out the dreams he had for himself when he was my age. I was miserable because I wasn't about that lifestyle. I'd rather volunteer, help people.
This ENTIRE time I was always pecking away at college, getting those basics lmao just to do, no real reason. Each semester I would take one or two courses- very low demand. I struggled hard in math, had to hire tutors. A semester would JUST be ONE math class and I'd have tutors lmao.. but I was making A's.
I had a great life, I was in my 20's and wealthy. I was single, low demand job. I was miserable, the environment I was surrounded by was poison. Girls, sex, drugs, alcohol, money, traveling-- almost every mans dream and I just wanted a house and family to call my own. I wanted to help people, not be in the world of business ran by greed and fucking people over left and right.
I had my eyes set on med school, but it was a 'dream' I didn't think I'd get in. Over the years I slowly worked my way to all the requirements, took my entrance exams and did excellent. I applied to one school.. one of the absolute best. With how competitive it is to get in I honestly didn't even give it a second thought. I assumed I'd be denied. 'They will see how long I've been in college, they will see I didn't graduate high school etc..etc..' I wanted it so badly, but if I was denied it's fine I was living a good life.
One day I got that letter. I got in. I didn't believe it, no fucking way. Like, there's a mistake or this is a bad joke or I'm reading this wrong or something. It was legit guys. I was off drugs for a few months and I remember how nervous I was taking the drug test that was required. I was sure I would never make it to day 1 at school. How the f------did I get in?!?!?!?!?!? Do I deserve this?!?!?!?! I still to this day have no answer. My fellow classmates scholastics compared to mine is on another level, It's embarrassing almost. But here I am in med school makin the same/or better grades as them.
I made it to day 1 and to be honest-- Life has been HELL since. I never get to sleep, I work my ass off.. I'm coming from living a baller life to sleeping like 3 hours a day and slaving over an insane amount of material. Med school is seriously no joke.
But in clinicals, working with patients-- it's amazing. I want to go into oncology, looking forward to residency. I'm 31 and the end of medical school is near. I wish I was younger, I'm still single, and I can't really say I'm happy. I question myself daily whether leaving the life I had behind was the correct decision (especially before any kind of exam).
Anyways Ima stop here, Ive rambled too long and have work to do. But at 14, you can't lose hope. I was an absolute loser at 19. I became a business owner with nothing but a GED. I sucked at math and got into medical school. I became far wealthier then anyone of my classmates that did graduate highschool and had college degrees before me.
TLDL: Dropped out at 15, worked at tacobell for 3 years, got GED. Got new job as a glorified trashman, took over company, became a business owner, worked slowly through college, miraculously got into med school, looking forward to residency.