“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I was just three years old when my Bubby’s friend asked me the question. “A doctor,” I promptly replied. “You mean a nurse,” Bubby corrected me.
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“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I was just three years old when my Bubby’s friend asked me the question. “A doctor” I promptly replied.
“You mean a nurse” Bubby corrected me.
“No” I said. “I mean a doctor.”
This was in the 1960s when female doctors were a rarity and a frum female doctor was almost unheard of.
Nobody besides me ever imagined I’d be a doctor. I was a girl I came from a chassidic family and I hated school. I had a very hard time reading and was probably dyslexic but in those days kids like me were just considered stupid. I had to work extremely hard just to do okay in elementary school and being a Type-A personality I had a very hard time accepting just okay. It wasn’t until the end of high school that I actually taught myself how to learn.
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