The simplest way to say it is this:I believe in my mother.My 1 began when I was just a kid.I 2 becoming a doctor.
My mother was a domestic.Through her work, she observed that 3 people spent a lot more time reading than they 4 watching television.She announced that my brother and I
5 watch two to three pre-selected TV programs during the week.With our free time, we had to read two books each from the Detroit Public Library and 6 her written book reports.She would mark them up with check marks and highlights.Years later we realized her marks were a 7 .My mother was illiterate.
When I entered high school I was a(n) 8 , but not for long.I wanted the fan clothes.I wanted to 9 the guys.I went from being an A-student to a B-student.One night my mother came home from 10 her various jobs and I complained about not having enough Italian knit shirts.She said, “Okay, I’ll give you all the money I make this week scrubbing floors and cleaning bathrooms, and you can buy 11 food and pay the bill.With everything 12 , you can have all the Italian knit shirts you want, ” I was very 13 with that arrangement but once I got through allocating money, there was 14 left.I realized my mother was a financial genius to be able to
15 our heads and any kind of food on the table, 16 buy clothes.I also realized that immediate satisfaction wasn’t going to get me anywhere.Success required intellectual preparation.I went back to my 17 my dream and I became a doctor.
My story is really 18 my mother’s story-a woman with 19 formal education or property who used her position as a parent to change the lives of many people around the globe.There is no job