As I walked through the intensive care unit with my dad to visit my mom, who was recovering from a myomectomy, a feeling of unease entered my heart. As we entered her recovery room, tears began to fill my eyes when I saw her bedridden state. This was by far the most traumatic experience of my life, yet it gave me a new passion, because this was moment I realized that I had an inner calling to heal. The next few months were solely dedicated to assisting my mother in her recovery. In caring for her I learned the significance of sacrificing self-interest. The valuable moments spent with my mother provided me with fresh perspective about my life’s calling. I was no longer focused on individualistic motives, but more determined to use my skills and talents to serve. In my adolescent years, I spent the majority of my time in church as a youth leader. Consequently, my love for service and sacrifice lead me towards two-career paths: ministry and medicine. After contemplating my interests, I aspired to have a career as a physician. Therefore, I …show more content…
Emmett Chapital during my junior year at Xavier. Dr. Chapital’s clinic was located in a rather impoverished area in the inner city of uptown New Orleans. After a few shadowing experiences it became clear that members of this community were more susceptible to inadequate access to healthcare. Dr. Chapital, a physician of moral standards insisted that I grasp the necessity humility has in the profession of a physician. I saw him use his influence as a physician, not in a negative way, but to positively influence the lives of his patients. Similarly I learned that a physician must exemplify courtesy and respect to patients regardless of gender, sexuality, or race. As a future physician, I am driven towards providing equal access to health care for everyone, because I believe quality healthcare is a right that everyone
Adversity has only improved my tenacity, focus, endurance, and problem solving abilities. Various circumstances have affected my academic performance negatively, but I use that as motivation to continually improve myself. I want to be a part of the solution to the family physician shortage and serve the community in the most effective way. My drive to improve the lives of others will help propel me through the difficulties of medical school and beyond. The personal experience I have with my immersion in the field of primary care gives me unique characteristics that will translate into creating a successful physician that focuses on building meaningful relationships with patients. I continually witness how my grandfather is positively impacting the community through medicine and it is my goal to be granted an opportunity to do the same. My belief in lifelong learning and continual self-improvement consistently drives me towards the study of medicine. Because of my life experiences, I now have the balance, endurance, clarity, and tenacity needed to be a successful medical
During the Saturday Academy, the group presentations on the book, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, and the films—Hózhó Life in Balance and The Greater Middle East— taught me very informative and useful tips for becoming the best healthcare provider. The group presentations represented the idea that there should be consent when doing further research on their patient. With consent the patient is able to build that trust connection with their physicians. Without consent the patient is not able to open and loses the lack of trust for their physicians. As a result, with the lack of trust between the patient and the physician, the physician is not able to help out their patients in a way that would benefit them because they are too afraid that
For most of my life, I’ve really struggled with math. My first memory of math and insecurity was in third grade, when we started doing timed multiplication. I could always feel how cold the seat suddenly seemed to be, and I could never finish the whole sheet. None of the other kids could either, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I was really smart, I’d be able to. I used to come home and cry to my mom every day we had tests like that. Both of my parents are computer programmers, and my sister showed a mathematical aptitude as soon as she was in school. I compared myself to my older sister and parents, and felt so ashamed every time I failed. Over time, even though I kept pace with the kids in my classes, I felt increasingly inadequate.
I was born in Bogota, Colombia. During my childhood schooling years I attended Gimnasio de Los Cerros in Bogota. Attending secondary schooling in Colombia prepared me well for my academic pursuits in the United States. Through my studies, my fondness of mathematics continued to grow. On my pursuit of scholastic success mathematical equations found its persuasive way to speak to me. It is for this reason I have chosen for my career to follow the pathway in relation to mathematics. But even more so, what would ultimately lay down the roots of my personal character was the death of my father at the age of three. As years passed by I came to understand I was now “the man of the house”. I do not reflect back at death of my father as being something
When I first attended Manchester Memorial high school my plans and thoughts were pretty common as a freshman. Scared, younger and much smaller than most of the kids walking around the halls, I thought to myself this isn’t to bad, I will meet new people, hang out with different crowds, play on the varsity golf and hockey teams and make the junior varsity baseball team while maintaining a 3.5 grade point average all year and receive honor roll. Sounds awesome right? Wrong, I was the last person to get cut from the golf team, one month before hockey try outs I broke my arm and I was unable to try out, although I did make the JV baseball team I was the back up catcher to a sophomore and finally my cumulative grade point average through my freshman year was a 2.5.
All throughout my life, my mother has been my guide, my mentor, and my best friend. During my freshman year at Montgomery Blair High School I had decided to try for the girls’ varsity Lacrosse team. When I shared the news, my friends flooded me with questions as to why I wanted to try out for the supposedly “white” sport, and my parents simply did not understand what the game was. The phrase “white” sport was not unjustified as there were only two black girls on the team. Playing lacrosse became the first step to my isolation from my team, my friends, and my family. Finding equilibrium between school and lacrosse became challenging and quitting seemed like the easy way out. Seeing that I was overwhelmed with the draining practices and my school
My name is Shimles Assefa . I have been employed at Westchester county transportation system for more than seven years. I have always dedicated to serve the customers to the best of my ability and set a positive example to other employees by being organized and prepared for any challenges in daily bases.
William Osler once said “The good physician treats the disease; The great physician treats the patient who has the disease.” When I think of the field of medicine, I am compelled to understand the truth of the open door that I am inspired to walk through. It is not just my passion that drives and motivates me it is the responsibility to leave a legacy of service and dedication.
With a lump in my throat, I hesitantly entered the room of a patient newly admitted to the hospitalist service. The sunken face of the woman inside was not the same plump and smiling face that was once so familiar. She had been my advanced studies teacher in grade school, and now she was my patient with a devastating diagnosis of stage IV breast cancer. We spent time together each day, talking about past memories and my future plans, and upon her discharge from the hospital she thanked me for my compassionate treatment with a heartfelt card.
I am extremely interested in the behavior specialist position proposed at Fontana Unified School District. I have substantial background knowledge pertaining to the field of special education, more specifically the mild, moderate, and severe student populations. I am currently carrying out my eleventh year of employment at San Bernardino City Unified School District, as a moderate to severe education specialist. My experience as a special education teacher has generated opportunities for professional growth and development, as I am able to effectively educate and manage youth with moderate to severe disabilities. I have acquired over a decade of significant knowledge regarding behavior interventions, special education law, and effective
“Would you rather surf in Punta Cana or hike the Appalachian Trail?”, the anesthesiologist asked. To humor him, I replied “Hmm, I would probab—”.
My father was from Homewood, Alabama, where his father worked in the advertising business and hardly ever removed his tie. My mother was from Spokane, Washington, where her father was a sheriff’s deputy. They met when Captain William Ashley Chapman, serving along with millions of other men in World War II, was stationed at Geiger Field, near my mother’s home town.
In the summer of 2006, my life took its first unexpected turn: I was seventeen years old and diagnosed with endometriosis. After I exited what I thought would be an exploratory laparoscopy, doctors explained how they had to perform a left-oophorectomy secondary to a large endometrioma. I was devastated. However, what was most shocking to me was the fact that it was done without proper consent or any prior explanation of the surgery’s possible outcomes.
At age 3, my parents divorced and I became an anchor for my family’s sanity. I had to become strong and successful with my every action. Like many typical Asian-American families, I was given high standards with every choice I made, especially with grades. With a single parent, it becomes more difficult to reach out for extracurricular activities, so I pushed myself to participate in AVID during my middle school years, providing me with a stronger academic backbone moving forward in the education system. Even then, while I am the youngest of two daughters, upon entering High School, my expectations were always set higher. My sister has slight learning disabilities, so my family almost depended on me as if I was their only hope. Nevertheless, this environment of expectations taught me to never give up, leading me to strive for my best. I continued helping my family.
When I was a year old, my parents divorced. My mom was abused by my dad and he didn’t let her go to college therefore, she stayed home and had my three older siblings and I. There was a total of three girls in high school at once which meant three college tuitions that couldn’t be paid for by my mom but can be paid off if you work hard in school enough to get scholarships.