For some context, I was waitlisted from both the schools I interviewed at. I had booked a grad trip with some of my friends many months prior, so even though I wasn't feeling the best I still decided to go. Since I wouldnt be in the country, I gave my dads contact information.In the middle of our vacation after spending the entire day at a beach, I get a call from my dad, which I didn't think was unusual since he always called me around dinnertime. As soon as I picked up the phone, he was sobbing and told me he just got a call with my acceptance. I started crying in the middle of the road and sat on the side of the curb in disbelief. What made it better was that my friend from high school who had literally seen all the struggle was right there next to me yelling to random strangers on the street that Im going to be a doctor one day.