To do this, she had to have determination. She had to go to through long training at Oxford University, go through years of being considered an amateur, and go through weeks doing nothing but studying. Then, she had to go through years as the lower part of a research team, gaining nothing more than a “good job.” But that was enough for her. Then, she had a chance to take the part as leader of the team. And she did. She researched each problem for years and years until she found a solution, and then she found something else to work on – all for the purpose of helping the world.

She faced many obstacles on the way, such as being regarded as inferior, and the times when there just seems to be no solution to the problem. There were times where her colleges doubted her, when they refused to believe her theories. And then there were the times when she was stabbed with guilt because she had spent days at the lab, neglecting her own, personal life.

But it all paid off, because she has made a difference in the world. And that is what was important to her. That was what kept her going. That is why her dream was so important to her. And she is me. So really, that is why my dream is so important to me.