Eleven years ago, I made a promise that I would never become a doctor. Of course, I knew nothing about medicine at the time. My family could not afford health care, and I rarely encountered a physician. But that year, I watched my brother enter college and give up his passions for what would become a short-lived attempt to become a doctor. He had been lured by my parents’ stories of successful physicians who are free from financial troubles. Disturbed by these events, I made a vow not to become a doctor but instead to emulate the heroes of the stories that I preferred: characters who leave behind insignificant lives in search of something greater than themselves. Years later, I sat in a coffee shop in quiet celebration. I had spent weeks developing a mobile application for a client and had finally found a solution to a particularly nasty bug. Suddenly, I felt the chill of cold air as the door next to me cracked open, and I saw a frail lady cautiously step towards the barista and ask for a cup of water. As I continued to watch her, she left the shop and took a seat on a curb next to a modest plastic bag, likely containing all of her belongings. She began to shiver. I ran to the supermarket next door and purchased a large container of water along with a gift card and a blanket. By the time I returned, the lady had disappeared. I eventually found her struggling to keep warm next a building vent. After a brief exchange, I knew that I had not changed the woman’s life with a
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In my junior year of high school, I enrolled in Shasta High School’s medical CTE program. This program helped me to see if a career in medicine was I wanted to do. For this reason, I applied for the HESI (Healthcare Exploration Summer Institute) program. This program had allowed the students to volunteer at Shasta Regional Medical Center to follow and assist various professionals with their roles in the hospital. I remember this elderly patient was admitted to the floor I had been assigned to and this particular patient had just warmed my heart. I followed the patient care technician into the patient’s room and they asked for a simple warm blanket, to this, the PCT told me to get a heated blanket. When I returned, they smiled and politely said
The PBS NOVA documentary “Doctors’ Diaries” gives the everyday person insight into the grueling yet rewarding life of seven doctors’ journey through medical school, and into their career. The viewer follows the life of seven medical students: Tom Tarter who is an emergency room physician, Luanda Grazette, a cardiologist, David Friedman, an ophthalmologist and heath researcher, Jane Leibschutz who is an internal medicine and primary care taker, Elliot Bennett-Guerrero who is an anesthesiologist, Cheryl Dorsey, a pediatrician, and Jay Bonner who is a psychiatrist. Throughout the film, the seven doctors face happiness, hardships, heartbreak, and personal disappoint.
You understand that database technology can dramatically improve your ability to analyze information, compared to spreadsheet technology, and assist you in developing your strategic plans for the cafe. To help you familiarize yourself with databases and their associated business value you need to create a report detailing the basics of databases and why they are better for running a business than spreadsheet applications. Be sure to provide a detailed explanation of relational databases along with their associated business advantages.
As Beneatha describes the profound moment when she decided to become a doctor, her admirable, although childlike, determination and refusal to set limits on her future is illustrated. Beneatha says while discussing her dream, “...that was what one person could do for another, fix him up-sew up the problem, make him alright again. That was the most marvelous thing in the world...I wanted to do that. I always thought it was the one concrete thing in the world that a human being could do. Fix up the sick, you know - and make them whole again. This was truly being God…” (131). As Beneatha describes her dream with conviction, it is apparent how the decision to pursue her dream was created with faith in the practice, unconcerned with the efforts
My decision to pursue a career as a physician was not a blinding revelation, being the daughter of two immigrant parents the thought of becoming a physician seemed distant. In high school I pursued to obtain what for me was then the highest education I perceived I would be able to achieve which was going to college and obtaining a bachelor’s degree. As the quote by Ralph Ellison highlights, “When I discover who I am, I’ll be free”. This quote resonates with the start of my second year in college, as I have been able to find my passion for medicine. More specifically, I explored my values and how I wanted to shape my future. I reflected upon the encounters and dramatic effects that physicians have had with my own family. The most impactful
The medical field has a wide range of opportunities that many plan to seek. Some, and hopefully a majority, pursue this career in order to better society one healthy solution at a time; however others simply pursue it to exceed parental expectations or to sit in a higher tax bracket. Personally, my reason for pursuing this career, through St Mary’s outstanding program, is altogether unique and abnormal to say the least. Normality never made an impact on the world. I, instead, stray far from the beaten path.
The English poet William Ernest Henley ended his most famous poem with the line “I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” I have embodied this phrase in my personal life for years, but in recent years it has come to reflect my passion and dedication to become a Physician Assistant (PA). Nevertheless, a simple quote did not spark my initial interest in becoming a PA. I was first inspired by Henley’s words through my own personal struggles in my early college years; an arduous journey of self-discovery and humility. In an effort to guide me on my way, my mother gave me a paperweight with the aforementioned words inscribed around a compass. This seemingly symbolic gift held much more power and inspiration than she could have ever imagined. While certainly not easy, overcoming these obstacles has taught me the true meaning of perseverance, resoluteness, and faith.
Tracey my neighbor said “Come and do your laundry at my house”, my mom replied ‘sure’. I was touched by the generosity but failed to understand why the houses on the opposite side of my house had power and we were still without power even after ten days. Mr. Mike, called me and said “come in and cool down, take some cold lemonade”. I replied happily “Ok!”. He even wanted us to come sleep in their house as we had no power.
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.
It was a pleasant fall Tuesday when Stephanie went to work. Her day normal consisted of writing reports, and filing paperwork for her office. She turned on the television to see if there was anything alluring in the news. “NEWS FLASH: MAN CONVICTED OF MURDER HAS ESCAPED PRISON.” The warning did not phase her, considering the jail was far from her office. She concluded that she was safe. By four o’clock, it was time for her to travel home from a laborious day of work. She arranged her things into her bag, and began her trek. Walking out the door, she was met with warm rays from the sun. It was an astounding way to end a strenuous
As we focused on finishing up our English tests, Sarah suddenly had a seizure and would have fallen to the floor if I had not caught her. “Help! Someone please get the nurse!” I shouted while holding Sarah’s body and head. “Sarah, Are you ok? Please wake up. Help is on the way.” I urged. However, Sarah did not respond and was unconscious. I could see the fear and anxiety in her eyes, and involuntarily opened mouth. She continued shivering, her whole body turning cold. I rapidly wrapped my arms around her shoulders to keep her warm. It was my junior year of high school and the first time that I had close contact with a “patient.” Nervous and worried, I did my best to comfort her.
While out on my walk yesterday, I came upon a woman probably in her mid-30’s. She was wearing a wool pea coat, jeans, a blouse and tennis shoes. She was completely passed out in the fetal position on the landing of some concrete stairs with the temperature in the 80’s and high humidity. Lying next to her, was a backpack, a plastic grocery sack with a bottled water in it. Down closer to her knees, laying on the pavement, were several folded up one dollar bills. I stopped, made sure she was breathing and called out to her, but she did not respond. As I stood there, I felt apprehensive of getting too close for fear of what she might be on and then startling her. I looked around noticing other people in the area who had passed by her, and was really unsure what to do. So, I decided to continue on my walk and thought to myself, this is Omaha, its broad
Have you ever gotten that feeling that someone is staring at you? That you have to turn around before something miserable happens? Well I really glad that “he” didn’t get that feeling. It was a frigid Iowan day. Cold and icy. The way I like it. But, I never could’ve imagined what was about to happen next. I was walking out of the office I work in from a long and exhausting day. I had worked all day and didn’t pack a very good lunch so on my way home I decided to pick some up. I decided that I would stop by a nearby cafe. As I walk in the door I get a rush of warm air. But, before I could enjoy it I was shoved away by a shorter person. I couldn’t really tell what he looked like though because of how fast he rushed out. I guess he was in too much of a
The next morning when I walked to the house, an unusual chill fills the air. The light softly filters through the canopy of leaves above me. The chill of air brings small goose bumps to the surface of my skin. I walked up the steps as I did the last time and knock lightly. This time there is no answer however. Thinking to myself that maybe it was not a good idea to come back after all. I turn and begin to walk back down the steps. Until I hear a woman voice coming from the window.
It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.