A year ago, I was involved in a car accident on I-95 to New York. The car did not survive. Staring death in the face on a three-lane highway brought new perspectives to me—time is the most powerful currency life offers—and—I must apply my talents to this currency to better the world.
I am inspired still by how I entered the world. I was born in a village health center, with no physician, to a mother of advanced maternal age. The odds of my survival were low. It would be five years before I saw a television set and a decade and a half before I saw a computer. Nearly three decades after my birth, Dabala, my village, still has no resident physician.
But it produced one and with my business acumen, I will take health care to the farthest reaches of the world. The task may seem daunting; the charge, impossible. But conquer it I must. I, a mere village boy, who dreamt about a Harvard MD|MBA and achieved it. If that be my mountaintop, then, so help me God, it is time to fly. I will spread my wings and take to the sky with boldness, determination, maybe even fear, but always a daring to overcome.
This is the life I choose, the destiny I pursue.
To help the unfit and the fit.
To treat each according to his need.
I will not be a spectator.
Until each child has a shot at a long, healthy life—Impossible Is Nothing.