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Created on 2006-12-17 02:30:21 (#11840748), last updated 2007-01-04
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Basic Info| Name: | Juliet Dawson |
|---|---|
| Location: | Seattle, Washington, United States |
BioQuotes:
"Anyone can be a good doctor with enough dedication, education, and practice. The hard part is finding the balance between being a good doctor and being a good friend. Because at the end of the day, everyone needs a friend."
"Sometimes you need to run away to see who will follow."
"Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream."
Family
"You don't get to choose your family. Sometimes they're there, and sometimes they aren't. Sometimes you wish they weren't. But blood doesn't make you family, it just makes you related. Family are those people who you do choose - the ones that you want to be there no matter what, and you expect them to be. The people that you can yell at and make the target of all your anger, but who just won't go away. You know they care, and they know you do too no matter how much your actions say otherwise. Family are those people still standing by you at the end of the day, no matter what kind of day you or they had. They're the people that defend you, even when you both know you're wrong. So here's the truth about family. Families hurt each other, they disappoint one another, but those that share a bond that runs deeper than blood are sure to overcome any feelings of pain or betrayel in time. One day you look up and realize they never went away. People that fall into that type of family are the ones that are going to be there for you when everyone else has come and gone. At the end of the day, the people standing beside you? The people you want to end the day with, those people are your family. And you know that with them in your life, there's no way you'll ever be lonely."
Character summary:
She never knew her mother who died after giving birth to her and she and her father were never close. He blamed her for the loss of his wife and started drinking. She received her first bruise when she was six and her last when she was fifteen. At age fifteen, she ran away and ended up volunteering at St. Vincent's Hospital. She also took up residence there, hiding out in vacant rooms or the chapel whenever she finished her shift, although sometimes she'd pull an all-nighter. She literally grew up in a hospital. Because of her dedication and hard work, she earned a full scholarship to a nearby college. She went on to graduate at the top of her class in med school and started her internship at one of the highest esteemed colleges of the South - Seaside Memorial in Miami, Florida. But after running into an old friend of her father's, she began to fear he'd tell her father where she was. She asked to be transferred. Upon request, she was transferred to Seattle Grace.
Despite her traumatic childhood, she earned her way to the top and talks very little about her past. She makes friends easily, but it takes a little longer for her to completely trust someone. But she carries an overall optimistic point of view and tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt - thanks to a certain someone in her past that helped her see that not all people are bad. However, that's a different story for another day.
Character narration:
I never knew my mother. She died when I was born, which is something my father never got over. Apparently he blamed me for my mother's death, and there wasn't a day that went by that he let me forget it. At first things were okay. I developed a thick skin early on, but as I got older and my father began drinking more and more, he found other ways to show how much he hated me. I got my first bruise when I was six, and by the time I was seven I could come up with a lie and make it seem like the truth. I had to to survive; I was too young to make it on my own. Besides, who would believe me? But by the time I was fifteen, I was sick of it. I refused to be one of those weak women who stuck close to a man because they had no where else to go. I didn't have any place to go, but anything was better than home. So I ran away . . . and found myself walking through the doors of St. Vincent's Hospital. I wasn't hurt, but I knew it was one of the few places open twenty-four hours where I could stay and blend into the background. It didn't go quite as I expected.
One of the nurses approached me and asked if I was there to volunteer; I told her I was. It seemed like the best answer at the time. She put me to work right away, and there I remained. Sometimes I'd work all night then crash in the lounge mid-day. I didn't have to lie or sneak around and hide in one of the vacant rooms or in the chapel. I literally grew up in a hospital, and it saved my life - at least in all ways that mattered. I was happy there. The people were nice, nicer than anyone I'd ever met before in my entire life. I guess they liked me too. I was given a full scholarship to a nearby college and finished with flying colors. Not only that, but I went on to graduate med school at the top of my class. And just when I thought things couldn't get any better, I was offered an internship at Seaside Memorial in Miami, Florida - one of the most prestigious hospitals in all the South.
I had it all, then suddenly one day everything came crashing down. One of my father's old drinking buddies was admitted, and he recognized me. I couldn't run the risk of him telling my father where I was. Even after years of being free of his hatred and violence, I was still afraid of him. I asked to be transferred, and upon request they sent me to my current place of employment - Seattle Grace. Maybe I haven't been completely honest. Maybe I didn't mention the whole reason I asked to be transferred, but I think you know enough about me.
"Anyone can be a good doctor with enough dedication, education, and practice. The hard part is finding the balance between being a good doctor and being a good friend. Because at the end of the day, everyone needs a friend."
"Sometimes you need to run away to see who will follow."
"Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream."
Family
"You don't get to choose your family. Sometimes they're there, and sometimes they aren't. Sometimes you wish they weren't. But blood doesn't make you family, it just makes you related. Family are those people who you do choose - the ones that you want to be there no matter what, and you expect them to be. The people that you can yell at and make the target of all your anger, but who just won't go away. You know they care, and they know you do too no matter how much your actions say otherwise. Family are those people still standing by you at the end of the day, no matter what kind of day you or they had. They're the people that defend you, even when you both know you're wrong. So here's the truth about family. Families hurt each other, they disappoint one another, but those that share a bond that runs deeper than blood are sure to overcome any feelings of pain or betrayel in time. One day you look up and realize they never went away. People that fall into that type of family are the ones that are going to be there for you when everyone else has come and gone. At the end of the day, the people standing beside you? The people you want to end the day with, those people are your family. And you know that with them in your life, there's no way you'll ever be lonely."
Character summary:
She never knew her mother who died after giving birth to her and she and her father were never close. He blamed her for the loss of his wife and started drinking. She received her first bruise when she was six and her last when she was fifteen. At age fifteen, she ran away and ended up volunteering at St. Vincent's Hospital. She also took up residence there, hiding out in vacant rooms or the chapel whenever she finished her shift, although sometimes she'd pull an all-nighter. She literally grew up in a hospital. Because of her dedication and hard work, she earned a full scholarship to a nearby college. She went on to graduate at the top of her class in med school and started her internship at one of the highest esteemed colleges of the South - Seaside Memorial in Miami, Florida. But after running into an old friend of her father's, she began to fear he'd tell her father where she was. She asked to be transferred. Upon request, she was transferred to Seattle Grace.
Despite her traumatic childhood, she earned her way to the top and talks very little about her past. She makes friends easily, but it takes a little longer for her to completely trust someone. But she carries an overall optimistic point of view and tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt - thanks to a certain someone in her past that helped her see that not all people are bad. However, that's a different story for another day.
Character narration:
I never knew my mother. She died when I was born, which is something my father never got over. Apparently he blamed me for my mother's death, and there wasn't a day that went by that he let me forget it. At first things were okay. I developed a thick skin early on, but as I got older and my father began drinking more and more, he found other ways to show how much he hated me. I got my first bruise when I was six, and by the time I was seven I could come up with a lie and make it seem like the truth. I had to to survive; I was too young to make it on my own. Besides, who would believe me? But by the time I was fifteen, I was sick of it. I refused to be one of those weak women who stuck close to a man because they had no where else to go. I didn't have any place to go, but anything was better than home. So I ran away . . . and found myself walking through the doors of St. Vincent's Hospital. I wasn't hurt, but I knew it was one of the few places open twenty-four hours where I could stay and blend into the background. It didn't go quite as I expected.
One of the nurses approached me and asked if I was there to volunteer; I told her I was. It seemed like the best answer at the time. She put me to work right away, and there I remained. Sometimes I'd work all night then crash in the lounge mid-day. I didn't have to lie or sneak around and hide in one of the vacant rooms or in the chapel. I literally grew up in a hospital, and it saved my life - at least in all ways that mattered. I was happy there. The people were nice, nicer than anyone I'd ever met before in my entire life. I guess they liked me too. I was given a full scholarship to a nearby college and finished with flying colors. Not only that, but I went on to graduate med school at the top of my class. And just when I thought things couldn't get any better, I was offered an internship at Seaside Memorial in Miami, Florida - one of the most prestigious hospitals in all the South.
I had it all, then suddenly one day everything came crashing down. One of my father's old drinking buddies was admitted, and he recognized me. I couldn't run the risk of him telling my father where I was. Even after years of being free of his hatred and violence, I was still afraid of him. I asked to be transferred, and upon request they sent me to my current place of employment - Seattle Grace. Maybe I haven't been completely honest. Maybe I didn't mention the whole reason I asked to be transferred, but I think you know enough about me.
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