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Published by: doctorrao on Nov 15, 2013
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When I was young I do not know, what life means, we just do something every day and complete the school homework, elated with good remarks from Teachers and satisfied with little comforts in life. The first sentence I listened from my school teachers on LIFE is, that life is not Bed of Roses, I realised the later part of the sentence life is not just roses and many thorns. My life started drifting from many of my class mates with my first failure to succeed in the Pre university course, in the first attempt, one good thing that I cleared the examination the next attempt and had a lot of leisure to spend the time whatever I liked, made many good friends, and plan my life to become a Doctor. As I happened to always suffer with Asthmatic attacks, the Doctor who was treating me in my village, made on me a great impact that I decided to become a Doctor like him, my mother insisted that I should not waste time and learn type writing, and many friends laughed at me and asked me are wishing to become a typist? Or a Doctor? I never reacted that I underwent the training in type writing to ap
pear for the basic examinations later I realised it was God’s plan to correct
my very bad writing, so the world understands my thoughts. My desire to get admission in Medical College and become a Doctor was helped by many friends of my father, I feel it is
the reward to my father’s commitment to his duty; he has least Time to spend with the
family when we are children, his devotion to duty was incomparable, above the family expectations. I had only one unified desire to become a Doctor to serve many with talent, skills and knowledge. When we come to consider that the purpose of life is to learn and that it is all made up of learning, the circumstances by means of which we learn become of minor importance. As Mr. Judge once wrote: "The ocean of life washes to our feet and away again, things that are both hard to lose and unpleasant to welcome, yet they all belong to life; all come from the Great Self that is never moved. So lean back on the Self 
be like the great bed of the ocean that is never moved though storms may ruffle its surface....It does not mean that we should cease to do the best we can at all times, but we know that whatever comes, all is well. My early career taught me, life is a challenge how you accept makes the difference.
When faced with adversities, we either grumble or seek to dodge them. We behave like an ostrich in the desert. It is said that when there is a storm in the desert, the ostrich buries his head in the sand
hoping that the storm will go away if he ignores it
and finally gets buried under a heap of sand and dies. Some of us choose to pretend that the problems do not exist. We fail to realize that confronting and solving the problem
no matter how painful the process
makes us grow. I had no strengths to fight the system which we live. Once we have learnt to deal with a difficulty, the next time we encounter it; it ceases to be a difficulty. When the lesson is learnt the necessity ceases. The force of the situation weakens. But, more often than not, the cause of the problem is internal, i.e., within us, and often, it calls for a change. Often the difficulty is solved when we are willing to change
our way of thinking, our feelings, our likes and dislikes
and ready to adapt or adjust ourselves to a problematic situation or a person in life. I was never stable in

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