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Hey Reader, Recently, I hit a milestone I’d been working towards for a long time. I assumed the number itself would matter. I remember sitting in my apartment, refreshing the dashboard as it finally rolled over to 10K subscribers A goal I chased at the start of my journey. Messages started coming in. “Congratulations.” I realised something unexpected. The number itself didn’t feel like the win. What stayed with me were the doctors I met along the way. The conversations that started from a single comment. That’s when I realised. Achievements fill our dashboards. But people fill our lives. In the end, we don’t remember the numbers. We remember the connections. ❓ A question for you: When you’re 85, what do you think you’ll value more? Happy regards, Latest videoIf I wanted to Pass SCA, Here's What I'd DO |
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