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Chirag Shah

A single, impoverished mother, only 15 years old, gave birth to the first baby I delivered in medical school. Bringing a new life into the world was nothing short of a miracle. However, caring for this young woman, all alone, through the challenge of labor was... View Details

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Caitlin Roman

Balanced on the trapeze platform thirty feet in the air, I gripped the chalky bar and tensed. Then I jumped, airborne for my first swing "out of lines" – just me, the bar, and the net below. I was scared; not only did I not have a safety harness, but I had... View Details

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Carolyn Pyles

Let me be in that place where I am able to be. To give. Let me be open to fill up, stand up, recognize, build, support, love. Destroy, observe, rebuild. Children? Two, please. My own company? Hmmm... yes... But let me start by successfully raising a puppy into content,... View Details

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Catherine Neale

Catherine Neale comes from a family with a long tradition of public service. Her grandmother, for example, led a branch of the Red Cross in England for over a decade. It was no surprise to anyone when, in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Catherine spent the winter... View Details

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Caren Kelleher

My great-grandmother, a Swedish immigrant, left her homeland at the age of twenty to pursue her American dream; my grandmother, a WWII nurse, outranked her own husband in the Army; and my mother, a purposeful entrepreneur, started her own business while she was... View Details

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Clare Hawthorne

It may not be sexy, but I'll make sure it's useful... You see, every shelf in my apartment is alphabetized. I leave organized file cabinets and supply closets in my wake. I even have a list of "dream chores." In middle school, I learned my affinity for... View Details

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Colin Fraser

As I step onto the graduation stage on Baker lawn, I'm transported back to five years ago, a lifetime ago, nervously opening the door to Dee Leopold's office for my HBS admissions interview. Before I even sat down, she asked the one question I feared most, the one that... View Details

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Charles Duhigg

Sometimes I go blind. Just partially. They're called visual migraines. The wiring in the optical part of my brain, apparently, gets a little confused. So, on occasion, a part of the world goes fuzzy. The interesting part, though, is when sight returns. It's sudden,... View Details

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Christine Cuoco

I remember sitting in my grandmother's Brooklyn kitchen as a kid while she prepared little-meatball soup and stuffed artichokes and told me stories of her childhood in Agropoli, Italy. My grandmother's fondness for her homeland inspired me to travel and study there... View Details

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Ben Schumacher

When I was 18, I became a man. It happened while I was digging irrigation trenches in central Kentucky horse farms. To me, working in my family's irrigation business meant a summer wage; but it meant something much more to my fellow irrigation workers. My parents... View Details

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Brett Lindsay Laffel

Growing up as the daughter of transplanted New Yorkers deep in the heart of Red Sox Nation proved formative for Brett Lindsay Laffel. "I was raised as a Yankees fan in enemy territory," Brett says. "In order to wear my Yankees caps to school and risk... View Details

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Bill Berrien

I want to inspire the cooperative instincts of people – ideally at first in business, later in public and community life, but always in family. I loved my Navy leadership experiences – solving problems and improving the lives of my teammates. Most importantly, I... View Details

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Adam Zalisk

I've always loved telling stories. In grade school, I scribbled away at picture books. In high school, I wanted to write novels. And in college, I directed plays. Theater intrigued me because it demanded collaboration. Actors, designers, dancers, and electricians... View Details

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Aduke Thelwell

I grew up with a deep suspicion of capitalism's inequities. So much so, I have often thought that if my sixteen year-old self could meet me today studying at "the epicenter of capitalism," she might just refuse to shake my hand. She would be disappointed that... View Details

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Anisha Raghavan

Who knows where my career will take me? I only know it will begin in marketing, keep me passionate, and encompass creativity. And that I am not willing to sacrifice family time to go the distance. Who knows what kind of social impact I will have? I only know I am... View Details

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Anand Radhakrishnan

Business school is a means to an end. But what end? In our title-obsessed culture, it's easy to lose sight of – particularly if you're fortunate enough to attend an institution as mythical as Harvard Business School. Surrounded by the squash courts at Shad, black-tie... View Details

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Alice Prager

I want to be as frightened as Jack and the Beanstalk, As exhausted as Sleeping Beauty, As nervous as the Three Little Pigs, As excited as Cinderella, As bewildered as Alice in Wonderland, and As determined as the Little Engine That Could in creating the journey through... View Details

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Ali Nuger

It is no longer a question. I can have it all. As a little girl, my sister and I would dress up as cleaning ladies and prance around the house dusting. I would cook in my play kitchen, serve the food to my dolls, and coddle them as if I was the best mother of them all.... View Details

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Anonymous

Since college, many seem to think of me as just "..." But I see things a bit differently. Literally, my first name means hope — I hope to believe I am smart and convey this with subdued confidence. Although I have managed to succeed, I still have an inner... View Details

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Anmol Gupta

On my first day of school, I peed my pants. Not because I was afraid of life without my mom’s aloo parathas for lunch, or the punishment I would face for splattering crimson-colored paint all over my Mickey Mouse shirt; I peed my pants out of excitement for finally... View Details

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