A seemingly impossible dream

Daniela in uniform

A SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLY DREAM

Written by Franciscan associate Malena Rogel Rubi

(La misma historia aparece abajo en español)

When I met Daniela, she was a very creative, shy girl, the daughter of an elderly couple. Her father works at the market unloading fresh fruit and vegetables from trucks. He is diabetic and has various other health problems which limit his ability to work. Her mother is also advanced in age. For years she sold quesadillas to her neighbors from a small grill just outside their home in the roughest neighborhood in Cuernavaca. The family struggled to make ends meet, struggled to survive day by day. In those circumstances Daniela could hardly afford to dream to be a great professional. We talked a lot about her dreams, though, and how she might achieve her goals. We all believed that, if we put ourselves in the hands of God, everything is possible.

At that time I was much struck by her creativity and her outstanding grades in school. However, after graduating senior high, she went to work in the market, selling clothes, earning $60 for a 72 hour week. We ran into her there one day and asked why she had not gone on to college. She replied that she didn’t think it was possible given her financial situation. Her dream, though, was to become a physical therapist. Subsequently we made a visit to the university together and inquired about the costs. And thanks to her incredibly generous sponsor, we were able to enroll Daniela in the university that fall, with a major in physical therapy.

She continued to earn excellent grades, and even though her friends were dropping out or failing, she persevered. At the end of two years, she received her Associates’ Degree. At that point she confided in us that her dream was to go on for a Bachelor’s Degree in Physical Therapy. Again, we talked with her sponsor, who immediately agreed to cover the costs. Daniela is now in her fourth year of college and well on her way to realizing her dream.

UN SUEÑO POSIBLE

Cuando conocí a Daniela, era una chica tímida, muy creativa, hija de un matrimonio mayor, el padre trabaja en el mercado bajando la mercancía de los camiones que subastan a los comerciantes del mercado, enfermo de diabetes y con los múltiples achaques por la avanzada edad, su madre con problemas en sus piernas y al igual que su esposo con muchos problemas de salud, ama de casa, viven en extrema pobreza, trabajando  y luchando para sobrevivir el día a día, en esas circunstancias difícilmente podía darse el lujo de soñar con ser una gran profesionista, pues no cuenta con el apoyo económico de sus padres, hablamos mucho sobre soñar con realizar nuestras metas y que si nos ponemos en las manos de Dios todo es posible.

En ese entonces me llamó mucho la atención su creatividad,  sus dibujos, una chica muy inteligente,  con muy buenas notas, que teníamos que motivar y apoyar para salir adelante,  no solo económicamente si no también impulsándola con cariño, tiempo y dedicación para enseñarla a realizar sus sueños.

Cuando salió de la preparatoria ella se acercó a mí para preguntarme dónde podía estudiar pues su deseo era estudiar un curso para dar masajes, pero mi pensamiento era de que ella tenía capacidad para hacer algo más, no solo ser masajista, platique con ella y fuimos a la Universidad para solicitar información sobre una carrera técnica, sobre Terapia Física, los resultados fueron fantásticos , terminó con muy buenas notas, pero ella tenía el deseo de continuar a nivel licenciatura, gracias a su empeño y dedicación, actualmente cursa el 2º. Semestre de terapia física a nivel licenciatura. Gracias al apoyo de su Madrina que merece toda mi admiración y respeto.

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