Max Alexander

Alfredo Giniones-Hinojosa bent down to pick tomatoes in the field, and the hot sun scorched his skin. Few Americans are willing to do this job for a mere 155 a week. On the 65,438+00,000-acre farm in central California, Fiona Fang, most people who work with Giniot are Mexican illegal immigrants like him.

One year ago, on the birthday of1October 2, 1987, 65438+65438, and 19, he crossed the wall of the border city of California and entered the United States with the help of his cousin.

Alfredo, the eldest of five children, has been working since he was five years old, filling up his car at the gas station run by his father. When he grew up, he worked in a corn noodle stall to help his family earn some extra income.

However, he continued his research. "My father always said to me,' Do you want me to do this? Then don't go to school. I don't want to follow in his footsteps. "

/kloc-at the age of 0/4, Gé nios was admitted to a crash course in Cali, Mexico, which aims to train students to be primary school teachers.

He almost graduated with the highest score in his class. But because there were no strong acquaintances at home, he was assigned to teach in a remote school. "I don't want to put up with that unfair treatment," he said.

Soon, he intends to leave Mexico to look for better opportunities. Before that, he had been to America twice, working part-time in summer. So, after he arrived, he and his cousin went directly to the San Joaquin Valley to find farm work. "I pick tomatoes, broccoli, cabbage, corn and grapes."

Looking up at the farmland, the best job Chinios can see is driving a large tractor. Tractors are very skilled and supervise other workers. He was told that to get a promotion, he needed to finish ten years of farm work. However, it didn't take long for him to operate a complicated plow and trencher. He also learned how to repair the engine and obtained a temporary work permit.

A few months later, Chiniot told his cousin that he was leaving the farm. Cousin replied, "What are you talking about? Stick to it here and one day you can be a foreman! "

"Sometimes people have to take risks," said Gé nios.

He came to stockton and got a job in a railway vehicle dispatching factory. In this way, he can study English at the night school of San Joaquin Delta College. His first job, shoveling sulfur, was smelly and dirty, and it was the worst job he had ever done in his life. As before, he tried to learn new skills again, this time as a welder to repair the valves of oil tankers. In less than a year, he became a foreman.

As soon as Ghignoni Gaines' English improved, he changed the night shift and began to study science and math all day. In order to make a living, he also serves as a tutor for other students.

199 1, admitted to the University of California, Berkeley, and obtained an associate degree. (1) He moved to a low-rent housing area in Auckland and worked as usual with scholarships, loans and a small amount of subsidies.

In the fierce competition environment in Berkeley, Ginios performed well and the advanced courses were medium excellent. His excellent graduation thesis discussed the role of drug receptors in the human brain. As a part-time job, he also teaches calculus. 1993 In the spring, his tutor read his report card and told him that he had a good chance to enter Harvard Medical School. Ginios decided to give it a try.

Harvard accepted him. So, in the autumn of 1994, Chinios came to the East. Three years later, he became an American citizen. "That was the tenth year after I climbed the fence. I sat there and couldn't help thinking about how quickly my situation improved. "

When he graduated from Harvard Medical School, he gave a speech at the degree awarding ceremony. After that, he went to the University of California, San Francisco for neurosurgery training. This prospect is both exciting and frightening. Can illegal Mexican farm workers become brain surgeons? It seems impossible.

As a result, the internship in the hospital became the low point of his trip to the United States. "Neurosurgery is reserved for people from medical families," he said seriously. "It is rare to see people like me enter this demanding field, which is an area where many patients will die." In the past, he was discriminated against-the farmer's son deliberately turned a blind eye to him, and the mother of a girlfriend in the past turned a deaf ear to him because of his nationality. "By doing so, they made my anger even stronger," he said.

In order to earn $30,000 a year, he must work 65,438+030 hours a week. He admits that sometimes he thinks of giving up. "Unable to support my family, I feel my father's feelings," he said. "But I have a dream."

At the moment, a 40-year-old famous brain surgeon, Dr. Ginios, is sitting beside the patient's bed. It was a Friday morning at Johns Hopkins Bay View Medical Center in Baltimore, where he and his second academic patient were undergoing brain surgery. This 60-year-old woman has two tumors, one of which grows in a highly sensitive part of the cerebral cortex that controls muscle movement. (2) Kinyonce held her hand and looked into her eyes. "The result of the operation makes me nervous every day. Bad results may mean life and death. " He told her frankly. She nodded. Dr. Jin Dafu-as everyone calls him-thinks that patients deserve sympathy and should be honest with each other. "This is the risk," he told her at the end of the conversation. "We are all ready. See you later. "

The four-and-a-half-hour operation went smoothly-the patient didn't lose his motor function when he woke up. Dr. King was ecstatic about this.

Although Dr. Giniot is still young, his colleagues are deeply impressed by him. "He is not only brilliant and conscientious, but also fully understands the needs of patients." Henry Bram, director of neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Bay View Medical Center, said, "In addition, he is a person full of happiness, enthusiasm and a sense of mission to do good for the world."

It's past seven in the evening, and Dr. Jin has been working continuously 12 hours. Other doctors were busy going home for the weekend, but he went directly to the research laboratory in downtown Baltimore. (3) The laboratory is an extension of his operating room: he studies the cancer tissue removed during the operation there and looks for new treatment methods. He explained: "We want brain cancer to become a chronic disease like diabetes, not a devastating and fatal disease."

The next afternoon, many medical students came to Dr. King's house and enjoyed an open-air barbecue with Mexican and southern American characteristics. On the back balcony, Dr. King said while flipping tortillas on the grill, "I think my background enables me to communicate with patients more personally." I feel the same way when they are afraid. Fortunately for me, patients allow me to touch their brains and their lives. Entering their brains, I saw these incredible blood vessels. This scene always brings my thoughts back to those years when I picked big and beautiful tomatoes by myself. (4) At this moment, in the operating room, looking at the same color-the bright red that fills my brain with nutrition and miracles, I seem to have returned to that field and worked there. "