Beginning a day in a foreign country, I found myself in a challenging situation. Looking lost, with a sweaty face and blood-stained clothes, I realized I was running late for my interview.
Navigating through the hospital, I noticed I was running with only one heel. Swiftly taking it off, I finally Find the interview room. Gathering my courage, I pushed the door open, apologizing for my lateness.
Now, let's step back and delve into my story.
It's a fresh day in a new world, and the feeling is invigorating. The aroma of coffee in a foreign land is so enticing that I find myself drawn to stand in front of the coffee machine, basking in the scent of coffee beans. It's a wonderful start, away from all the responsibilities I usually carry, allowing me to immerse myself in the simple pleasures of life.
As I awaken and don my robe and slippers, I make my way to the kitchen, retrieve a mug, brew myself some coffee, and head out to the balcony. With a panoramic view of the city, I reflect on my recent move, surrounded by boxes waiting to be unpacked.
Hello, I am Rain Murray, a 24-year-old recent graduate from the University of Pretoria, where I pursued medicine. With a dark caramel complexion, petite stature, a large afro, and an hourglass figure, I embody a unique appearance. My petite face with dark, full lips, teary eyes, a slim nose, and dimples that surface when I smile. Radiating an enchanting aura, I effortlessly draw attention and connect with others. A radiant smile lights up my face, revealing flawless teeth.
Every move I make exudes grace and confidence, akin to a poised dancer on stage, emanating elegance. My vibrant personal style reflects lively colors and patterns, mirroring my dynamic personality. Beyond my physical charm, I am a compassionate and intelligent individual committed to aiding others and making a positive impact on the world. Leaving Africa behind, I journeyed to Asia. Today marks my first job interview as a cardiologist at Hally Hospital.
After a quick shower and applying makeup, I ensure my white suit is presentable in the mirror. With a slight sigh, I decide it's acceptable, put on my wristwatch, grab my bag, lock the door, descend the stairs, and hail a cab to my destination.
While heading to Hally Hospital, the taxi suddenly departed. Feeling content and self-assured, I noticed my palms starting to perspire slowly, prompting me to crack open the window slightly. After ten minutes in the cab, I took a deep breath and realized we were stuck in a traffic jam. Peering through the window, I muttered to myself that I couldn't afford to be late today, especially now. The driver apologized, explaining there was an accident up ahead.
Upon looking again. Traffic inched along as usual until I finally saw the scene - several people in distress, some moving about frantically. An elderly man lay on the ground while a young man attempted to keep him conscious, calling out to his dad with tear-filled eyes. The taxi came to a halt, giving me a clear view of the young man's desperate efforts to save his father. The father coughed up blood, shocking his son. The son pleaded for his father to wake up and asked if an ambulance had been summoned. A man in a black suit responded that it was 45 minutes away. Realizing the gravity of the situation, I acted swiftly without a second thought, rushing to aid the distressed family. However, the man in black shielded the old man, preventing me from getting closer.
mam, please refrain from approaching any closer, or we may need to resort to using firearms," they cautioned. Surprised for a moment, I quickly reassured them, "I am here to assist; the man may not make it until the ambulance arrives."