My Life At The Young Age Of Thirteen

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Most people don’t find a passion till later in life, I found my passion at the young age of thirteen. When I was thirteen, my brother had to have brain surgery to remove dysplasia cells, which were a result of his epilepsy disorder. Ever since I was a young child I knew I wanted to help people, so I would watch my brother while my parents were out of the room or I would help roll him on his side if and when he had a seizure. On August 28th, 2012 my brother was admitted to Children’s National Medical Center in Washington D.C. My brother; Ian and parents went to the hospital to check him in before my aunts and uncles brought me on the day of the surgery. Taking that initial step through the large glass revolving door I knew I wanted to work in a children’s hospital. The staff of the hospital were so warm and welcoming it almost felt like you were at a hotel and not a hospital with sick children around every corner. Walking through the hallways and seeing brightly painted walls with pictures of athletes and autographed gear or the quintessential little kid drawings hung throughout every corridor, made walking from wing to wing somewhat bearable. The best part about the atmosphere was the ceiling, instead of sick children being wheeled through the hospital looking at white walls and ceiling the ceiling was made to the look like the sky. Meaning if it was before sunset the ceiling would be full of clouds and sunshine but once the sun set the ceiling would fill with stars.…

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