Summary Of The World Is Flat By Thomas Friedman

As a child, I remember excitedly reciting the names of human body parts and voraciously reading books about the medical world. My favorite activity I can recall revolved around me using my play pretend doctor’s kit to give my younger brother “checkups” to diagnose and treat the imaginary ailments he came to me with. This activity captivated me as it allowed me to mimic my parents’ former occupations and feel more empowered as I could take charge and make the “crucial decisions” which would “save my patient’s life.” My parents recognized my interest in the medical field and helped to further deepen my passion in the field of medicine. They answered my questions about the human body, encouraged my research into potential careers in medicine,

I remember my fingers leaving shallow depressions on her cold pale skin. As the Paramedics left the room, they sadly instructed us to say our goodbyes and that they would be back shortly. If I had known she was going die, I would have said more to my grandma when she kissed me on the cheek the previous day. Our large family sat in the living room crying as my grandma was placed in a large black bag before being taken away. That sorrowful morning I watched as the paramedics unsuccessfully attempted to resuscitate my grandma. This frightful and gloomy experience would inspire me to one day save lives. After witnessing a patient code, working as patient care technician (PCT), and experiencing the sincere generosity of two physicians, I became certain that I wanted to be a doctor.

Evidence of the physician brain drain in Canada is plentiful. Data from the Canadian Institute for health information (CIHI) shows that there has been a 130per cent increase, which is more than double, the net loss of doctors that went to work abroad from 1991-1996, mostly going to the states. In 1996 alone, 513 Canadian physicians (net) that left Canada represent the annual output of approximately five Canadian medical schools (Buske 158). The loss of each single physician represents a loss of a major Canadian investment in a highly educated, skilled practitioner who otherwise could have contributed to the overall health and well being of Canadians in their respective communities, and whose future research could have proved to serve the country as a whole. But with much higher salaries and larger funding for research, it is hardly the doctors' fault.

I finally came to recognize that spending my life doing something that I find enjoyable needs to be replaced by something incredible, and in my eyes, inconceivable. One person, the doctor, is trusted enough by the patient to carve their way into this unknown body and explore their internal organs in an attempt to fix a medically induced complication. I know that by pursuing this career, I’ll reach my goal of doing something that is going to benefit both myself and the surrounding community in a way only few can achieve.

In seventh grade, Mrs. McCarty taught my science class. We started dissecting animals and learning about the human body and we had to memorize muscles, bones, and structures in the body and how it all worked together. I originally thought that I wanted to be a veterinarian as my career, but from the first dissection of a cow eye I knew that I wanted to be a surgeon instead. We dissected a frog, a cow bone, a cow eye, and so much more. Mrs. McCarty’s science class sparked my passion for learning anatomy. I remember building a model of a cell in her class, which I still have on display in my house. Her class was so helpful

After beginning medical school, I quickly realized that for every one question we could answer there were about a dozen that could not be answered. I delved even deeper into my studies, determined to learn all I could to help my patients to the best of my ability. Suddenly, two of my close family members died, and with this my determination to find answers increased again. Something else awoke within me during the morning of these loved ones, as well. I truly understood what families were going through while watching their loved ones suffering, and my empathy, compassion, and bedside manner became even stronger.

I have been interested in medicine ever since I was young, when my mother caught studying her medical almanac with a flashlight, under the covers, every night during second grade. However, I was only seven, so studying was the child’s equivalent of looking at “pretty pictures” of coronary artery bypass grafts and intricate diagrams of alveoli. I became intrigued with human anatomy and how each body part works in harmony. Through my activities, I discovered a hands on approach to body functions. From kicking soccer balls to breaking boards with my feet and exhaling to play the flute, I have observed the body’s ability to perform and nothing takes my breath away like anatomy can. During my high school years, I observed a close family friend during his surgeries.

The teacher split the class into three groups. My group went to a different classroom with a different teacher. The wall of window allowed the bright sun to bleed into the room. The teacher has a military background that she shared with the class. She said that this is the Advance class. I was baffled what she had said. Secretly, I look around the class and saw that all the smart kids were in here. She had us look at ink plots to teach us to see differently and to describe the image we see. After that exercise, she said that we were not going to write a paper, but we were going to have a debate instead. The debate was on genetic modification. Anxiety and enjoyment both crept into my mind after she said that. The weeks up ahead were tough, but insightful at the same

It was now 1997, I graduated college 3 months ago. In college I studied to be a scientist. I wanted to find out what happened to my father. I went to the Morris laboratory with a little sample of blood of my father. A

It was that dreaded time of year again. Every August before school starts, my family traditionally cleans our closets. Hesitantly, I opened the tall, white door to reveal a giant mess of collected childhood memories. Tucked away in a corner was my Halloween veterinarian costume draped with a stethoscope, my blocks and legos from which I created mazes for Superman, one of my hermit crabs, my set of navy blue scrubs from my internship at a veterinary clinic, and my bin full of my most prized school projects, including my 5th grade rabies report. Smiling, I realized I have always been interested in medicine and engineering, and I cannot wait to add more of these combined memories to my closet collection.

Sarah B. office, I felt a slightly nervous, but very confident that this interview will go well. She walks in with a smile as she heads toward her desk. “So, I was told that you are a student, do you mind me asking what school you are currently attending?” she asked. I answered, “I am currently attending City College of New York in Harlem.” As we continue to converse about me and my background, I felt more comfortable enough to interview Dr. Sarah. For this piece, I am have changed her name per her request. First few questions I asked was about her educational background as well as her experience. To my surprised, it is very impressive and interesting. “I attended John Hopkins. It was not what I had expected, but there was always a competition between my classmate and I to always to do better. This was a motivator to make sure that I was on top of my game.” To go back to her past, I asked when did she realized that the medical profession was something she wanted to do. Her interest in surgery came about when she was a teenager working in a general surgeon’s office. The very first operation she witnessed was a gallbladder removal, also known as cholecystectomy. “I can remember it was appealing because I could see the anatomy that I’d have learned in school, but it was in real life. It was

The rest of the day was a blur, too many worried faces, too many bloodshot eyes to remember any details. There was restless waiting and relentless encounters with doctors that seemed to never end. Although, despite all of the action throughout the day, it was all ended when the head Cardiothoracic surgeon came out and told us that he had repaired a bleed coming from my Uncle’s heart, and that he would survive. I had never felt more joy in my life, and that was the moment that I knew I wanted to be a surgeon. If I could feel that much of a rush just thinking about saving a life, there was no doubt in my mind that being a surgeon was what I was destined to do. Being able to save another person’s life and bring that amount of joy and relief to their family was

Prior to arriving, I couldn’t keep my heart from racing. We pulled up to the office, but I wasn’t ready to go in yet. I kept thinking about those terrifying injections. My mom took me by the hand and brought me inside. I was nervous beyond belief sitting in the lobby. Eventually, the nurse called me back. I slowly proceeded to follow her into the back.

In Thomas Friedman’s The World Is Flat he presents his idea of the globalization of the world in all areas; from economic to communication with other countries. Friedman is a journalist from the New York Times and most of his work focuses on economic and technological innovations and advancements, and furthermore how they are associated to history. The ideas he presents in this book are both plausible and convincing. The main focus is whether the world is “flat“. The answer to this question depends on the readers’ political, economical, and technological opinions. Friedman does however present evidence in many situations where the globalization of the world is clearly evident. This essay will explore these different

Author Thomas L. Friedman analyses the technological advances that are creating a level economic playing field with previously disadvantaged countries rising in knowledge and wealth rivaling that of the United States and other world powers in the world. Telephone and computer technology, previously a stronghold only of developed countries, is now easily accessible and has been accessed and mastered by countries such as China and India, making these nations competitive. Friedman perceives the flattening effect as so insightful as to be compared in scope to the Industrial Revolution.