Autobiography Essay

We live in a country where all children go to school to gain an education and 25% of them will go onto receive some type of college degree. Compare this to low-income countries, in which children are 16 times as likely to die prior to their fifth birthday (Nickitas, Middaugh & Aries, 2016). Beyond the lens of our smartphones, Facebook friends and Nike sneakers is a world full of desperate people wishing to have enough food to eat for today. Many parts of the world lack sanitation, safe housing, sparse medical care and no medication. The global health issue are everyone’s problems not only for the sake of altruism but, with the increase in global travel for routine business and pleasure, dangerous pathogen are no longer confine by boarders. The Ebola outbreak four years ago, proved the necessity of a global solution to global health issues. The collaborative practice of several world health agencies and economically developed countries along with the use of volunteers, statistical updates, the latest literature and practices kept this outbreak mostly contained to its region of origin and the death toll to approximately 11,000 people (mainly in West Africa) (WHO,

I am divorced and the father of 3 children. I grew up in a farm community in North Carolina, and when I was 15, my family moved to Lexington, South Carolina. I attended City High School, taking classes that concentrated on Electrical and Electronic Engineering and math. I also played football from the third grade until I graduated high school. During my Junior and Senior years of high school, I also worked part time for an industrial electrical company. I learned a great deal about life in those years. Most teenagers my age were attending parties or working at the local grocery store. I, however, was working 30 or so hours a week installing electrical motors, 3 phase lighting, and 480 volt transformers.

Every person deserves both medical attention and acknowledgement of his or her own humanity. The dream of returning to El Salvador in order to change the lives of the place I once called home motivates me every day. My goal is to also travel to other third world countries such as Nepal, Syria, Afghanistan, Philippines, and many more all around the world in order to give the people of these countries the medical attention, food, shelter, security, and education every person deserves regardless of race, wealth, sexual orientation, or religion.

Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.

The early 1970s were watershed years for public health in emergencies. The Biafran War (in Nigeria), the 1970 cyclone in Bangladesh, and the sweeping famines in Africa deeply engaged the public health community in trying to meet the need for impartial and effective medical aid. The use of epidemiologic methods to reduce civilian morbidity and mortality in mass emergencies began in earnest at this time.4,5 This period also saw the engagement of health care practitioners in the elaboration of international norms on ethics, human rights, and humanitarian law in emergency settings.6-8

As a social worker, one could aim to connect health care facilities in Zambia, where 1 in 5 children are dying from malaria, to Doctors without Borders, a resource sharing the privileges of modern medicine with participating countries (Harrison, et al., 2005). The doctors participating could provide the local doctors with new information on healthcare and possible prevention methods for contracting malaria including updated vaccinations and treatment. This would connect those without access to such resources to good healthcare and promote social justice by potentially decreasing the child mortality rate of children with

I am originally from Togo, West Africa, and I moved to the United States of America about six (06) years ago to live with my parent. My country has a storage of several things such as the healthcare system, stable hospitals with experienced doctors and nurses, new technologies, and etc. In Africa, there are not enough medical equipment or modern technology to save lives. Hospitals are alienated by people who need them the most, and if people manage to go to the hospital, they do not have the money to pay the hospital bills. In addition, sometimes they have serious diseases that doctors cannot find a cure for. Ultimately, many people lose their lives every day to diseases that are not yet known, for instance, Ebola disease outrage. Healthcare is one of Africa’s biggest problems beside food crisis reason why I am engaging in medical studies, starting with a BSN degree at Clarkson College. If time allows, I will possibly pursue further studies in the field. Maybe someday, I will provide better training to my native country healthcare staff with my competence. I can probably assist them with new medical technology as well if my finances allow me.

I walked out of the locker room and stepped onto the ice in Valley City to start the game for third place in state. Once my team and I were all on the ice we started doing our warm ups. Soon the buzzer goes off telling us we are done with the warm ups and we all skate to the bench.

I am disturbed that not all lives are valued equally. I cannot accept the fact that children die from preventable diseases, simply because they are born in countries with less wealth and stability. In America, we are curing cancer with a mutated poliovirus strain, but we haven’t eradicated polio in Afghanistan and Pakistan. We come together in crises, highly publicized earthquakes and tsunamis, but we haven’t come together to solve the problem of basic human health, a right for every person on earth. Ensuring our health is complicated and daunting and requires the mass coordination of agencies and governments to build sustainable infrastructures with local citizens in charge. I want to be part of the solution and am engaging in public health in every way I can: in the field, in the classroom, and through global health

Before my time abroad, I found that it was very easy to become caught up in the trivial aspects of life and forget to be grateful for the opportunities readily available to me. Suffering, poverty, and oppression are common in parts of the world and while I may never fully understand what people who face these challenges go through on a daily basis, I feel that it is important to utilize my education and experience to help alleviate these stresses on the global community. I wholeheartedly believe that continuing my education and working with the professionals at an institution abroad will provide me with the knowledge and experience to obtain a meaningful position in the Health Economics and Policy arena.

I was born August 24th, 2001. I learned how to walk around 1 and a half. I started talking a lot around two. When I was 3 through 4 years old when my family and I would go camping I would always wonder off and explore with them I was a adventures child. I moved to Hawaii when I was six years old. My dad was deployed into Hawaii when he was in the Army. He was also deployed into Washington when I was 7 I didn’t like it, but it was fun when my Dad wasn’t drunk. When I was seven years old, I discovered video games.I hardly ever went outside to play games. I would just sit there playing games. I would play games all day every day until I was 11. I put on a lot of weight but took it off around age 12 through 13. I scootered a lot when I was 12 through 13.

During the cool fall Saturday mornings, my dad would wake me up early to leave for rocket football games. We drove in a grey dodge truck that would jam out to music like Led Zeppelin, the Eagles, and Pink Floyd. My dad when he was younger used to play the drums, so while we were driving he would tap the steering wheel and the fold up seat in between us with the beat of the song. Those were the first moments that my passion for drumming was fueled. By late elementary school, my parents gave me some electric drum sticks that would connected to my mp3 player and would make noise with every tap. I played those for years until I reached middle school where I adapted and found another way to show my passion.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Growing in the 80s in Lagos, Nigeria was what I equate to a game of public health Russian roulette; with waterborne illness such as cholera and dysentery lurking is every other cup of water, or typhoid and other communicable disease residing in overcrowded buses and the ever growing fear of inadequate access to care in the event of developing a chronic illness that could not be treated by over the counter antibiotics or medication from the local chemist or herbalist. Nevertheless, I have wonderful memories of growing up in Lagos, Nigeria and two particular memories were ingrained in my memory forever and have ultimately made my public health journey seem more like vocation than choice.

This year, 2015, marks the deadline of the United Nation’s Millennium Development Goals (MDG) with the final objective of extinguishing all extreme forms of poverty in the world. This consists of eight goals set by the UN, which include the promotion of gender equality and human rights, universal primary education, eradication of hunger, and others. One particular goal of the UK’s Millennium Development, goal number six, is the combat of diseases such as HIV/AIDS and malaria in all countries. There are many countries that have made significant progress in the combat of disease; Nigeria is no exception. This is due to Nigeria exponentially increasing there treatment and counseling facilities for HIV/AIDS, along with the