Just wanna share with you guys how God has helped me in pursuing my dream.

(Written on the day I receive my letter of acceptance)

I’m looking at the medicine brochure hanging over my desk now. I have a habit of hanging my goals over my desk. Yes, going into medicine is my goal, and becoming a doctor is my dream!!

And I can’t believe I’m seeing my dream coming true now. It’s really amazing!

I know I didn’t have a perfect “A” level result to start with. But God gave me a chance to go interview. Thank God.

When I was preparing my portfolio, I realized I need to have two recommendation letters. I had no clue how to do it. But God provided, and he provided more than enough. I got three recommendation letters in the end, two from my teachers, one from a doctor. Thank God.

When I went for the interview, I said being a doctor is my dream, and I’m very interested in learning the human body and different diseases, but most importantly, I have the passion for healing the sick.

I told them I want to specialize in oncology as cancer is the leading cause of death in most countries, and I wish to come up with some cures in the future. And as they bombarded me with all sorts of unexpected questions, I’m amazed that I didn’t blank out but I still smile at them and said, “Okay, that’s a very good question.”

Even till now I can’t figure out how I managed to be so cool and composed at that moment. I know it could only be God who taught me how to answer those questions. Thank God.

Frankly speaking, I didn’t feel good after the second interview. I thought I had screwed it. The interviewers shot me that all my imaginations on what a doctor should be is simply too idealistic. What if I go into the real world and realize it’s not what I’d pictured.

I was shocked to hear that and I started to see how naïve I had been to think everything would be perfect. Then I told them that now I still don’t know what will happen in the future, but even it turn out to be the opposite of what I’d imagined, I’ll take responsibility of my own decision and I won’t give up what I’m doing.

Then they gave me that “are you sure?” look and my heart just sank. And I thought, oh no, I’m doomed.

But it turned out that things are fine, they just give me that skeptical look to see how I react. Thank God that I didn’t freak out and start hyperventilating in my seat. Thank God that I could still smile and say” thank you” when I left. Woosh!

Then comes the essay test. I can’t help but to get a little demoralized when I see how many people were there. It’s like the world is there on the test day.

I got more demoralized when I flipped the paper and saw the question. I’m like, Huh?! WHAT IS THIS?!! I mean that’s the last thing I’m expecting from them.

They asked on research limits, integrity and your own experience. I have no idea how to write. And I started to regret why I hadn’t take part in any sTAR research programme in school.

Then I sulked for a while and started writing. I didn’t even bother to plan! I just wrote whatever that comes to my mind. I didn’t even bother to check my grammar or sentence structure. When they said time’s up, I just managed to write down the last word.

Before handing up, I flipped through and to my horror; I realized I had written altogether 7 pages, without even knowing what exactly did I write! And I thought to myself, oh well, I think I just crapped my way through in a test like this!

Thank God that He had taught me to write those things I can’t even remember writing. It looks like it’s not crap after all. Thank God.

Then comes the waiting part. Honestly, I have to say; it doesn’t feel good at all. It’s torturing.

I check my letterbox up to 3 times a day. And each time is disappointment and more disappointment. My faith even started to sway when I heard that some of my friends have already been offered to medicine.

I had a good friend, Saradha, who also applied for medicine. I had previously prayed that, even if I can’t get in to medicine, I wish she could.

Then this morning she text me and said she got in! I was so happy for her and I thank God for answering that prayer.

Then I started to get a little worried. Why I haven’t gotten any reply yet?

God has brought me so far and He’s not gonna leave me hanging there right?

So I prayed, God! Let me get in to medicine!!! Make it happen!!

It almost sound cliché because when I on my laptop and logged into my account, I see the page reading” Congratulations! You have just been offered to the faculty of medicine in academic year 2010/2011”.

I was totally stunned!!!

I stoned for about 30 seconds and I started to cry in front of the laptop! I just can’t believe my eyes! How can God hear and answer my prayer so fast! He’s just amazing!

Now you must know that each year 2000 over people apply for medicine, 800 will be shortlisted for interviews and essay, but only 240 are offered in the end.

I didn’t have a perfect result; I didn’t have amazing testimonial or CCA records, I didn’t have wonderful recommendation letters; I didn’t have outstanding achievements; I didn’t even have clinical attachment or scholarships.

Why would they, of all the equally deserving candidates out there, choose me?

The answer is simple. It’s God. It’s God who has provided everything for me. It’s God who has made the impossible possible. When I did my “natural”, he’d done the “super” for me! All glory goes to Him! Thank you God!

I’d like to end off by telling you guys that, when you place your dream in God’s hands, and by doing your best and trust Him totally, He can make your dream come true.:)

XiaoYe