My mother’s death from cancer made me want to become a doctor even more. Years of hard work and commitment have led up to this point: my exams to get into medical school.
But bad things happened when I woke up late and my alarms stopped going off for no reason. When I realised I only had five minutes to get to the test, I became very scared.
When I was really desperate, I asked my stepmother Linda for a ride, but she was eerily cool and didn’t seem to care. “Maybe this shows you’re not ready for medical school,” she said in a harsh voice.
Just when I thought there was no more hope, my 8-year-old brother Jason stepped in. With a trembling voice, he revealed that he had watched Linda turning off my alarms.
Jason’s bravery didn’t stop there. He called the cops for help, and soon there were two of them at our door. Even though Linda denied it, Jason stuck to his story, and the police believed him.
Because Jason thought of it quickly, the police took me to the test centre and got there just in time for the doors to close. Because my story touched the proctor, he let me take the test.
As I sat down to start the test, I had a lot of different feelings: thanks, relief, and resolve. Thought about my mum and all the things she had given up for me.
After hours, I came out of the testing room, worn out but happy. Jason was ready for me, and his eyes were bright with hope. He asked, “Did you do it?”
I smiled and nodded. “I did, thanks to you.”
Because Linda did what she did, our dad was furious and told her to leave our house. Jason and I felt blessed and righteous as we watched her leave.
On that day, I learned that small acts of bravery can sometimes make a big difference. I will never forget how brave Jason was to save my dreams.
His kind deed made me remember that family is more than blood ties; it’s also about always being there for each other. When I looked at Jason, I knew I wasn’t going through this trip by myself.
