When I lost my parents in an airplane accident over 20 years ago, my elderly grandmother took me in under her wings. She was a kind and soft hearted -- everyone loved her. We lived in a rather rural mountainous village not far from the city, and we led a relatively poor but happy life.
Our favorite thing to do to pass time was to ride bicycles. Though we had old and battered bikes, we had a lot of fun riding them and watching the sun setting on the mountains tops. The road had a lot of ups and downs, and not a lot of cars drive through the area, so I usually ride really widly and do what little tricks I can with the bike.
One day, when I was 11 years old, we went out riding the bike as usual in the fading light. We bid our usual hellos to the farmers who were overlooking their crops one last time before heading inside, and those walking past on the opposite side of the imbankment. When I saw my good friend Nijuer walking past us, on his way home, I slowed down a bit to exchange a few words. My grandmother rode on ahead. As I hurried to catch up, I heard my shouted a few things, but I didn't hear her in the heat of paddling. I was not paying any attention at all to the car that was speeding towards me. Fearing for my life, my grandmother rode down the slope, and hit me to the side into the farmland while she took the hit from the car. I passed out from the impact, but the doctors told me what happened next.
The driver didn't really see me at all in the setting sun. He was more distracted by the wild woman riding down the slope besides him and couldn't react at all when she suddenly veered in front of him. She suffered a minor concussion to the head, broken right forearm, broken right leg, and a shattered jaws. The driver rushed her to the hospital, and they patched her up good, but had to take out all her broken teeth. The doctors did the best they could, but the local dentist was only an apprentice with no formal training. Uut unless they transferr her to the city hospital, there's nothing more they could do.
When my grandmother got to the city hospital, the lack of insurance denied her the help she needed from the hospital dentist. The driver did not have insurance either, and could only mumble apologies.
The local doctor provided us with a free bed in the hospital and fed her food through tubes and this went on for a long time. I don't quite remember this period of life well -- my memories were blurred by tears. When she was well enough to be released home, the local dentist suggested that my grandmother get a set of denture, but she could not afford them unless we are to go hungry. For my sake, she went on living with a blender.
I promised my grandmother everyday, that I will become a dentist, and make her brand new sets of teeth. So many of sets, she'd never have to drink her dinner ever again. I promised and worked hard toward that goal ever since I was 11 years old. I will become a dentist, because I want to one day help people irregardless of what kind of insurance cards they hold.
My grandmother passed away 3 years ago. She went, smiling at me, and telling me how proud she is of me. She told me not to blame myself for what had happened, and to be the best dentist in the world. I live to fulfill my grandmother's wish, and my promise to her.