There is a Quaker saying: "Let your life speak." Describe the environment in which you were raised-your family, home, neighborhood or community-and how it influenced the person you are today. 200-250
Living in Saudi Arabia most of my life, I became accustomed to acting with stoic reservation. Being raised in a collectivist society meant that Manners and courtesy were what each family raised their children to strive for. I was taught to put my family before myself, and that who I am affects our family's reputation. Feeling like I was always just part of the background made attaining social skills difficult for me. Eventually, I was forced to search for friendship in places other than people. It was then that I began reading as a hobby, after noticing a broad collection of books upon my sister's shelves. I couldn't flip through the pages fast enough to satisfy my growing curiosity. Within stories, I was able to find more than just company, but also a thirst for the unknown. That love for stories eventually transcended into a love for knowledge. It's the reason I became interested in becoming a doctor: There was so much left undiscovered, and I wanted to be the one to discover it. My eyes were opened to see beyond the limitations of the society I was raised in. My restrictive background became the fuel that drove me to search for, and work towards my passion.
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Living in Saudi Arabia most of my life, I became accustomed to acting with stoic reservation. Being raised in a collectivist society meant that Manners and courtesy were what each family raised their children to strive for. I was taught to put my family before myself, and that who I am affects our family's reputation. Feeling like I was always just part of the background made attaining social skills difficult for me. Eventually, I was forced to search for friendship in places other than people. It was then that I began reading as a hobby, after noticing a broad collection of books upon my sister's shelves. I couldn't flip through the pages fast enough to satisfy my growing curiosity. Within stories, I was able to find more than just company, but also a thirst for the unknown. That love for stories eventually transcended into a love for knowledge. It's the reason I became interested in becoming a doctor: There was so much left undiscovered, and I wanted to be the one to discover it. My eyes were opened to see beyond the limitations of the society I was raised in. My restrictive background became the fuel that drove me to search for, and work towards my passion.
Tell me if this contains what colleges are looking for. Also, how can I end this?