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Growing up on a farm all of my life, I always had a large involvement in making our land the most entertaining for all of my friends. Our family started out with a small ranch house, for a family of four. With the hard work of my dad, and the commitment of my mom, they made growing up on a farm not only fun, but productive as well. Ever since I can remember I have been planning picnics on the farm, even if they only involved Rosie, our oldest horse. My passion for animals started out young, and has grown throughout the years. Throughout high school I worked really hard at getting good grades, unknowing of what I wanted to do with my life when I was older. I had many friends throughout my life, and volunteered in my community to help out others in need.

My connection with people came together in grade twelve when I discovered the study of Psychology. My Uncle Mark had a job in psychology, but I never knew it was possible for a girl to succeed at it too. I tried my hardest to save all the money possible in high school to eventually go to University and study my passion. The three year program was not easy by any means, but it was my love for people and animals that kept my desire alive. I remember one winter vividly, as it was going to be the last semester of my school. I had hardly enough money to finish my school, and it was that winter my father passed away. The winter got me stuck like the character Charlie Chaplin in the film Modern Times where he is consumed by the machines of industry, I too felt like I was stuck in the gears of my own life. It was at this point in my life I though of giving up, but it was the passion of helping others, and the love for my father that kept me going, he encouraged me to go on. I graduated from Physiology that spring, and invested in a loan, taking the risk of it not ever being completely paid off, I planned to do everything possible. The years to follow that were not easy, fighting to pay rent, and applying for every job possible that would fill my qualifications. I did not think that once I have reached that point, that finding a job was that hard. I volunteered at a local special needs center, as there was no need for psychologists in my community at the time. I started to very much enjoy the people I worked with, I spent everyday with these people, and to them I might not have meant a lot, but they meant the world to me. Some days I just admired the works of the ladies at the clinic from far away, like