At 16, I wanted to quit school after years in foster care. Then my biology teacher, Mrs. Langston, believed I could become a doctor.
She helped me through high school, college, and medical school. Twelve years later, at my graduation, she handed me a white coat that once belonged to her daughter, who had died 15 years earlier.
“I refused to let the love I gave her disappear,” she whispered.
She became my family. ❤️