BACK IN BOSTON

At 21, these stairs led to my fourth-floor walkup.
This week, they led me back to Harvard Medical School to help shape how we train young doctors.

I was on scholarship, from an immigrant family, and a pre-dawn commute by train to the hospital.

I still think about the students who are brilliant and hardworking, but quietly wondering whether they belong because they don’t come from wealth, legacy, or a ready-made path.

Some of us do not inherit a path.�We build one. And then we widen it for others.
If you’re building your own path too, keep going.