My Life At The Young Age Of Thirteen

I was able to see the hospital setting for the first time during this experience. This shadowing took place in Palmetto Health's Pediatric ICU. I shadowed Dr. Hubbird during college, and I gained more under his leadership then with any other doctor. He truly showed the passion of healthcare in his daily routine, and he challenged me to use critical thinking skills under pressure to help patients. I witnessed surgeries to get children breathing again in front of their grieving parents, and I knew at this moment that I wanted to make a difference and save lives. The humanitarian spirit was released in me during this experience, and I know that I want to do this work for the rest of my

My personal experience gives me emotional strength and purpose to serve the vulnerable sections of society through pediatric health care. Growing up in a remote town in

When I was nine years old, I was very sick, and I had to stay in the hospital. I have very few memories of the hospital, but I do faintly recall a few calming faces as I lay in a hospital cot. These calming appearances were the doctors and nurses of the hospital. During my stay, I interacted with the hospital staff which was made up of nurses and physicians. The main reason why I didn’t feel scared about my condition was due to the trust I had in the abilities of my doctors and nurses.

I first became exposed to a hospital setting during my early ages of childhood due to my constant issues with my immune system. To my parents, I was commonly referred to as the sick child in the family since I would constantly catch even the simplest of illnesses such as fevers, colds, flus, running nose, severe coughs and much more. The time period, in which I would visit the doctor’s office, lead me to become more accustomed overtime to the environment and eventually grow a passion for what is being done.

As individuals and as a group, we have worked hard, we toiled, we endured, and we have come out better, with more passion and more confidence than when we began. We have survived all the different rotations, shifts, and calls, the sleepless nights and the chaos and adrenaline of the emergency room duty and the rigorous training examinations. I believe we are all proud to have made it to this day. In all sincerity, today represents a landmark achievement for each of us and our families. It is to our loved ones and all those who encouraged us through this long journey from preschool through residency that we owe our deepest thanks. The encouragement from family, friends, colleagues, faculty, staff and strangers have played a vital role in our success.

Overall, my experience at Shriner’s Hospital for Children was a great opportunity and it has helped me understand other aspects of nursing care. This experience has given me the opportunity to see the individualized and customized care provided for each patient that could change a child’s life for the

As an Early College High School student, we were told that from day one as a freshman we had to know what we wanted to study and do for the rest of our lives. Middle school didn’t exactly prepare us for that type of environment, let alone have us decide what our future career would be. At fifteen I was still figuring out myself, and I’m glad I took the time to do that first. I might not have known then, but after all the training and experience the last three years of my life has given me I definitely know now. It takes more than just a thought to create a passion, it takes experience and knowing oneself. I found my passion, it was a burning desire to study in the field of nursing.

Mercy Medical Center in Rockville Centre provided me with life lessons I will never forget—kindness and humbleness. Spending my free time in this facility has given me bliss. The patients became my family; I knew their families, their kids, and even their grand-kids. I spent hours getting to know these patients—their stories, their likes, their dislikes. It was refreshing to do their errands, to help them, to feed them, to care for them. At this hospital I learned more than what the doctors and nurses do. I learned more than the mechanics of a hospital. I learned about the patients. I learned what I want to do in life. I learned that eventually I would like to become a medical doctor—to combine my love of biology and assisting

For the past two weeks I have been performing my clinical at Holton Community Hospital experiencing what it is like to be on the floor with the patients and I had the opportunity to see what it was like in the Family Practice part of the hospital.

My passion has always been for people, from babysitting, to volunteering at a daycare to an actually hospital in the mother baby unit through Red Cross to volunteering at an elderly home. I loved to help children but I also wanted to work with older people as well, these opportunities have develop my mindset into wanting to have a hand in other people lives. It may be from the children or babies I am taking care of who are the next generation, so I have to make sure they are strong and healthy enough before they face the world. Maybe even to the older people who cannot take of themselves, having it be my job and responsibility brings a smile on my face. Going into the healthcare field I always heard it would be hard, difficult, and competitive, forming an obstacle before I even perused the education. Having strong believers in my household my parents made known that, “I can do all things through Christ that strengthens

At thirteen I began volunteering at Rex Hospital, which afforded me the opportunity to give back to my community and gain exposure to the medical profession. As a teen volunteer, I worked in the hospital’s gift shop and managed the mobile gift store. Hospitals can be daunting places: the hum of medical machines, the sterile hallways, and the anxiety that lingers in waiting rooms; however, the gift shop is often a respite. It plays a large role in the healing ethos of the hospital,

Two decades and many existential crises later, one single aspect of my life has pulled me through: that passion I experienced as a child. I have questioned the source of this motivation more than once, and have sought out to put myself in all possible situations that would predict how I would feel later in my life as a doctor to make sure this passion was not mere infatuation.

The white lights, the sounds of lives coming in and out of the world and the sense of calm that I have always felt inside its wall despite the chaos, make up my mental image of Northwestern Memorial Hospital. It’s where my life began, my mother workplace, the place where my interest in caring for others was born.

Nine years ago on December 4, 2013, approximately 3:12 pm, a truck three times the size of the small car crashed into the oncoming vehicle. This happened on a highway intersection in New York on a sunny, cold morning. One of the passengers, a girl at the age of 11, suffered the greatest out of the two other people included in the accident.

As a child, I remember growing up in an area of Atlanta, Georgia called Mechanicsville. This area was very diverse with people from various socioeconomic backgrounds. Often, my mother would share valuable life lessons with my siblings and me. One, in particular, I remember even to this day is, “Life is only as challenging or motivating as you make it”. Originally, I did not quite understand the purpose of this aphorism; but as I got older, the meaning became quite clear. Although life for me has been both wholesome and unhealthy, in hindsight, it seemed better than my childhood friends. If you knew the real story, you would see that my life is not as perfect as it appears. Just to provide you with a little insight into my world, I had a