I don't really know where to begin, but I've always imagined how I would continue.

I was the only boy in a family of seven children. My siblings and I struggled to make ends meet. My father was constantly away working. Years passed one after another while my grandfather looked after me during his time away. At first, I didn't realize it, but over time I understood how much my father valued my education. For example, sadly, because I couldn't afford books, my father would erase the pages of books he got from the neighbor's children and give them to me so I could understand them. It's interesting, but it also feels incredibly valuable remembering it now.

Actually, I can't say I understood the value of reading when I was little. My father clearly saw something in me because he worked so hard for my education. When I got into a very good high school, my home life turned into a dorm. There was a belief that those who graduated from our high school should go on to achieve great things. I followed that belief. While I was dreaming about the future, summer would arrive, and I would always work in construction during the summer months. It felt like my dreams were being stifled. Still, working with my father in construction was a lot of fun. It felt like it wouldn't be the last job I'd work with him. I can't say I fully understand what it means to lose a father. But I have learned a few things. Understanding the foundation of how to support my family and how much he dedicated himself to my education. My father was very successful in the village when he was young, and after elementary school, his teacher asked my grandfather to take him to the city. My grandfather refused, using the excuse of being a shepherd. It's a classic scenario, but it stuck with my father.

I always wanted to be a prosecutor, but my father had a dream of becoming a doctor, a dream he harbored since those days. Of course, I only learned this after he passed away. Circumstances forced me to pursue a career as a doctor. After graduating, I prepared for the exam and made becoming a doctor the only option for all my dreams. To be honest, I didn't think I could succeed or support my family. How long could I keep working in the summers and attending school in the winters? I wasn't sure because I really felt like I was at rock bottom.

When I entered university, the difficulties continued one after another. During this time, I got to know the EGET Foundation. But describing this place as a foundation feels like trivializing the system. The fact that they established the foundation, that their work is unique, and that they do it so calmly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, always drew me in. I tried to see every detail, starting from the foundation's headquarters. If anything is going to hold a place in my life, I sincerely hope it will be this foundation. Thank you for all the good things they have done and will do.

Yet, looking back now, there was also a beautiful side to having experienced it all. Our path may be long, but along the way, even if we don't realize it, there will always be people helping us. At this point, I'm very close to becoming a doctor, and it really wasn't easy. For everyone who hasn't had an easy time, I will be a candlelight when this process is over.