My young immigrant parents came to the United States from Pakistan in hopes of achieving the American Dream, for the sake of opportunity. The emphasis on education ran deep though my family. My grandfather recognized that education is the only way to transcend poverty. He acted by putting numerous, underprivileged men through college and law school in Pakistan. He once wrote to me, ‘Let your motto be hard work, planned studies and recreation. Struggle to make a successful life and beautify it with knowledge, love and discipline, which is the core of the human struggle.’ That will never leave me. I never had a difficult time in school, I was always a good writer, an exceptionally fast reader, and loved learning. I was quickly placed into honors classes in high school, I excelled at virtually everything I did. Life was easy. When I was in my junior year in high school, easy took a turn as my parent’s relationship became tumultuous and they planned to divorce. Since I was never a problem child, my parents hardly paid attention to me for the next couple of years. Their lives were falling apart and they seemed to have faith in my ability to cope.