Biography Of Theodore Roosevelt And The Radiology Department At Good Samaritan Hospital

Wide reaching, nurses significantly outnumbered physicians as providers of health care often having utmost vast reach remoteness to underserved communities. Having personally lived in one of the underserved communities in my hometown Western Africa before moving to the United States of America and my life calling to be a nurse from a young age with the deep desire to make a difference. I plan to contribute and continue to contribute immensely to the underserved communities by delivering quality health care to remote regions around the world. I do volunteer service at several clinics in the Atlanta area with many well-known Emory physicians that care for homeless and underserved populations, these volunteer experiences provide me with opportunities and fulfillment to develop added headship skill and experience to meet my daily patients, needs.

I came to America from Vietnam when I was just three years old. I spent a majority of my life with my grandma, who has always taught me the importance of helping others. She always told me to have; you must give, and if you have nothing to give, you can always give your time. This phase has been a huge guide in my life, and it has truly shaped me into who I am. At a young age, I always felt that my purpose in life was to help people. After attending many doctor visits with my grandma for her health check-ups, I was confident my future occupation would be in the medical field. During these frequent doctor visits, I had the chance to watch the interactions and cooperation among different healthcare professionals in different settings. Being in this inspiring environment, I hoped one day I could mirror them and make a difference in people’s lives and the community. Although I have always wanted to help those in need, I was uncertain of what specific career role would allow me to fulfill my passion for helping others.

I first realized my passion for health promotion and disease prevention the summer following my first year of college. I had the privilege of attending the Summer Health Professions Education Program (SHPEP), which introduced me to numerous healthcare professionals. During the program, many of the professionals shared their stories about why they choose the profession, and with each story, I began to reflect deeply on my own background and what drew me to medicine. It was not until an emergency medicine physician spoke about his experiences, that allowed me to fully understand connecting my background to my future. The physician mentioned growing up in D.C., which brought to mind my family in D.C. It had been almost a year since my grandmother

For as long as I could remember, I have seen my father rushing to the hospital in a white coat, answering pagers in the middle of important family conversations and attending night calls even in the most terrible weather. I had always wondered; what could be so important that it belittles every other responsibility in his life. It was only after many years of anguish and protests that it finally made sense to me. This defining moment of realization occurred when I first met a patient in his office. I saw how the gratitude in the patient’s eyes can provide a sense of fulfillment that triumphs all other feelings in the universe. It was human life that was most important. Being a doctor does not make you a mere healer but also gives you the responsibility of a caregiver. I had never felt more proud of my father and that was the day I felt the urge to relive this feeling many times over. It was there in that moment that I decided to pursue a career in medicine.

Mr. Zhao taught about the human body with such zeal and overwhelming passion, it encompassed me from day one. Though I had already planned on a being a pediatrician because I loved to care for kids, Mr. Zhao made actual medicine in relation to the human body another aspect of a health career to explore and love. You’re probably thinking, “Well yeah, you can’t just like people in the healthcare industry”, yet patient care, compassion, and sympathy play a definitive role in such a field. I’ve witnessed these elements of healthcare first-hand volunteering at Texas Children’s Hospital. I volunteered during the summer and do so now during the school year.

Samuel Hahnemann once said “The physician's highest calling, his only calling, is to make sick people healthy to heal, as it is termed.” Over multiple years of being posed the question “What do you want to be when you grow up? I have come to the conclusion that I want to become a physician or at least I think I do. Who wouldn’t want to help save lives? As a physician, I am presented with the opportunity to help better communities all around the world for the rest of my life. I always wanted to try to make a difference that people would appreciate. As I researched this profession, I discovered that because of physicians and their ability to use medical science, the life expectancy in the United States has more than doubled between 1990-2013

An expectation of an osteopathic physician is to express empathy for all patients, regardless of ethnicity, socioeconomic status, or beliefs. As a student volunteer, I traveled to underserved communities in the Dominican Republic and Panama where I learned that medicine has the power​ to unify people, build bridges, and communicate and collaborate across cultures. Though I had challenged my own sense of reality before, walking in the shoes of patients, many of whom lived in impoverished conditions, gave me to opportunity to understand just how different two lives can be. I was able to differentiate between up-close empathy and distant sympathy. Despite a language barrier, I examined and diagnosed at least twenty patients each day, conceptualizing the different steps a physician must take when interacting with a patient. I am now involved in a student-run clinic that provides a multitude of healthcare services to a rural,

Growing up in a small rural community in Jamaica I had a real life view of an area on the forefront of poverty with limited access to proper and affordable healthcare. Twelve years ago I can recall watching my cousin slowly declined from being a joyous mother and friend to a torpid corpse that deteriorated from breast cancer. Despite all the help and effort to sustain her life with the little resources available, she died nine months later even after having a double mastectomy and chemotherapy. The cancer had metastasize long before she was diagnosed. Losing her was devastating, especially on her husband and two children. Her death and as well as other experiences contributed to my appreciation physicians and other health care workers.

    Ever since my childhood, I have always found medicine to be intriguing. My interest first sparked when I learned about my cousin’s, Austin, illness. Austin was born nearly four months early and was diagnosed with an underdeveloped trachea and COPD. Within Austin’s first moments of life, doctors had to perform a tracheotomy. As I observed my cousin’s suffering over the years, my desire to help others was ignited. Since then, my will to help people has only grown immensely. From playing doctor to caring for my family when they are sick, my caring nature and love to help people has always been evident. All I want is the ability to help others and to make a difference. Now, my cousin has miraculously lived

Growing up, being a physician was never a part of my plan. Coming from a first generation immigrant family, I was encouraged to simply do what I could with what I had. There was never an emphasis to do anything beyond living day by day. I saw this not only in myself, but also in those around me. Yet, the exception to this came from my mother.

As I began my medical education, I learned that the pain and suffering I knew intimately in my homeland existed elsewhere. Elsewhere that also had scarce medical care. I experienced the need in Egypt where I attended

I realize that the most capable physicians can heal because they have been sick and are able to fix because of their own brokenness. In other words, adversity builds character and changes people for the better. In my case, my disadvantaged upbringing has made me a better person, son, father and potentially a better public servant. After my parents divorced in 2000, my mother and I moved to Little Rock, Arkansas where we struggled to get by. Enduring that hardship with her changed me from an early age. Some nights I stayed at my best friend’s apartment, because we had no electricity. In a sense, this deprivation allowed me to mature and understand that in life you must sacrifice for a larger

To care for someone medically is to care for them in an intensely intimate way. Physicians are given access to the most personal information about a person and allowed to attend the most meaningful moments of their life: their birth, their death, the birth of their children, the moment they learn their life now has a quickly approaching expiration date. Physicians have the ability to affect a person’s life and increase their potential in ways that no one else can. I got a taste of this while I was in Peru for a month this summer, when we planned and executed health campaigns in rural, isolated villages in the Andes.

It’s 9am and little Saigon is bustling. I’m five years old and sick with a cold. My mother drives us to our family physician – the same doctor who has cared for me my whole life. The medical assistant takes me through the basic routine, then my physician and his wife greet us with warm hugs. I have my regular check-up and we are off to the pharmacy. Within the week, I’m feeling like my normal self. Our family physician gave me my first glimpse of how a medical practice operates, from patient care to building a relationship and trust with their patients. The care and treatment I received sparked my interest in medicine.

Growing up in “The Commune,” as my friends called it, I learned a lot about the importance of community at a young age. When I was seven years old I moved to Tierra Nueva Cohousing, a unique intentional community of 26 households that my parents developed when they returned from their Peace Corp work in Africa. Cohousing was designed to facilitate the development of strong community bonds through regularly sharing meals with neighbors, cultivating a common garden, making decisions through consensus, and caring for one another in times of need. One of the most extraordinary experiences growing up in this environment was when the Cohousing community members came together to care for me and my family after my little brother passed away from complications of hypoplastic left heart syndrome. Our neighbors brought meals, provided childcare, and served as an important source of emotional support that was vital for the healing of our family. Coming from such a strong community built around interpersonal connections, supportive friendships, and a common desire for positive change, I knew that wanted a career that shared these values, and that is ultimately how I fell in love with Internal Medicine.