Why I Am A Doctor

I stood with a look of wonderment as I watched the beehive of physicians, radiologists, nurses, and paramedics collaboratively save a man’s life. The scene initially appeared chaotic with scrubs flying around and doctors swarming all over, but in actuality the team was extremely single-minded—as if driven by instinct. I was amazed by the speed and conviction with which the attending doctor made his decisions; his training and experience was evident with every move. Seeing the tearful wife thank the doctor highlighted the impact of his work—his actions had saved a husband and a father. I left admiring both the competency of emergency physicians and their ability to touch lives in such a dramatic way. While my enjoyment of high school biology sparked my original inclination towards medicine, my first hand experiences in the hospital deepened my motivation and left me steadfast in my decision to become a doctor.

I want to be a MedServe Fellow for several reasons, with the ultimate goals of improving my community and providing a stepping stone between college and medical school. One of the main things I want to do during my gap year is gain clinical experience, something I believe I need before applying to medical school, and this program fulfills that desire. I could do research in my gap year, but working in a primary care setting would be the most beneficial in preparing me, not only for medical school, but for my career. My career goal is within primary care, and while I also could gain experience via an EMT route, I feel that MedServe provides a unique opportunity to truly experience and understand primary care. I want to have a more active role

On a dark, cold, rainy night in Pittsburgh, I see a suspicious figure walk past. I leave the cafe to see him checking over his shoulder as he enters the station. I resolve to follow the figure and phone the cops as I think he is up to something.

9:34 A.M. I knew it was time I go find my killer. That breakfast earlier at the garage didn’t fill me. I barely ate any of it actually. The walk to Gad’s Hill isn’t long from Port Roosevelt either, but I was tired. I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was my beloved wife. She was so romantic. She was the only reason I ever stayed in that garage. We even planned on moving too, but God took her away from me. It must have been for a reason. God damnit! I will find you, you son of a bitch! I noticed people in there cars looking at me strangely as they passed. They have no business looking at me. I kept an eye though for that yellow car. I stopped and stared at a couple of people with yellow cars, but they looked at me as if I was crazy. Why won’t they just leave me alone? I saw a group of boys who were playing with rocks stop and look at me, as if I looked or was acting crazy. Don’t look at me! Look somewhere else. Stupid kids. When I got to Gad’s Hill, I stopped at a store and bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee that filled me up. I left the sandwich at the table I sat down at, and walked

It was a bright sunny summer day when I stepped outside of my friend’s house. As I hopped on my bike and began to pedal, harder than usual, I began to groan as I peered down at my front tire and saw that it was flat. So then I jumped off my bike and grumply began to walk home. As I was walking I noticed something unusual, two men in suits, one in front and one behind me and as I began to think of a way out of this terrifying mess, a black van pulled drove up screeching against the side of the curb with its wheels and before I knew it the same men following me had put a black bag over my head and they tossed me in the van.

Today was a normal day. I woke up bright and early, ate a few of my favorite butternut cookies for breakfast, made a few sales, shined some old rich man's loafers, and just about to as I was about to lockup the old shoe shop at eleven o'clock, I heard a faint yelling sound coming from the road over. I stood by the door with my key still in the lock to feel secure in case something awful was to occur in this situation. Then, just as the yelling had stopped for about five minutes, I heard it again, but this time closer, a lot closer! I bent down in the shop's window so whoever was outside at this late hour wouldn't be able to know that I too was up at this late hour! It got to the point to where I could hear footsteps right outside of the window

I look back up at the man who was now looking off into the distance. “ Excuse me sir, but would you recognize this man here? “ I show him the picture in the paper. The man gulps and gives a hesitating whine. “ What do you mean? O-Of course I don’t know who he is! “ His deep voice gives me chills through my spine. Charles starts to growl and bark at the man, then bites his ankle! The man yells in pain. “ Control your dog you freak! “ I stand up and motion Charles to walk with me some more. I grab out my phone and call one of my co-workers. “ Meet me at Sumner Park. I found our suspect.

It was a routine Wednesday morning while I was walking to my bus stop when I heard someone shout in my general direction. I slowly glanced around, looking for the source through the dimly lit street in the dark, only to spot a hooded figure to my left leaning on a car. I quickly averted my eyes, my hand tightening around my messenger bag and picked up my pace. Not long after I heard heavy footsteps falling behind me, another shadow joining mine on the cracked sidewalks and another shout,

The sun had just turned but I knew I needed to keep on running and finish my jog. As the trees formed around me, I saw something flash into the woods, I swear it was a person. Nevertheless I kept on going at a faster pace, this place could be scary at night! Halfway down the track, the sun had just disappeared when I heard a scream. I ran even faster knowing there was something bad going on. Just before my eyes fell a body with a cut in the throat. I also screamed myself, then sprinted out of the woods up the road and straight to the police office. It was closing time and the door was locked so I banged on it furiously with my fists. Thinking back now that was probably not a smart thing to do, but I had just seen a dead body. An old lady opened

If I had more time to get to know this man,to hear about how his wife suddenly vanished one day while he was asleep,his many medications on the table,or why my very people friendly dog suddenly became violently aggressive towards this man,i would have never climbed into that van with him.and into the situation we would be faced with over the next few days.He quickly became possessive,forbidding anyone i previously knew into his house,especially my newest boyfriend from even walking onto his property.I respected his rules and was picked up for lunch at the corner of the street by my boyfriend for lunch.i came home after a short while and as soon as i walked into the door it began.He leapt up,this strange man i had known only a week into my face and started shouting.He accused me of “cheating” on him with my boyfriend and “did i really think i would be living in his house for nothing”.I thought i was going to die.I had never been more terrified in my life and will probably never be that terrified ever again.I hid my phone and what i could fit into my pockets and sent my only hope a message,”rex and i are going on a long walk tomorrow at noon if you could please join us”.He knew immediately what i meant and told me to delete everything on my phone for my safety,In case the man took my phone and found out the escape plan.The man would not let me out of his sight for any reason except to walk my dog,he couldn't join us, as rex had become violent towards him.I grabbed everything

As I was going down the street I heard steps just behind me gradually getting closer, as the sound of heels resonated with the concrete sending shivers down my spine. It was an unusual occurrence in the area I was currently in, people lingering after dark, especially on this specific night: Halloween. All I could sense was this eerie feeling as if my own body was sending quiet, almost whispered signals telling me to quicken my pace. My hands began to sweat as my breathing got increasingly louder as the set of footsteps followed my actions. I was certain now, this person was following me for a reason still unknown to my shaking figure trying to compose itself for a possible physical fight. It was the worst scenario I could think of: having

As I’m walking my dog through the dog park, I see a guy just sitting there talking to himself and reading a newspaper. He kept pushing something in his ear, but I couldn't see what is was “it looks like he’s a cop” I said to myself. I had thoughts on what Undercover Cops look like, they have long leather capes, dark glasses , tinted windows on their car, or sometimes they drive a black car. Why I was trying to discover who this man was I was thinking about who and why is he watching my neighbor Mr.Smith ? As I went up to the strange man I asked him “ Why are you watching people for a bench in a dog park” ? As the strange man stopped what he was doing he said “ Buzz off kid I have business to take care of”. So

The crisp air on the fall morning sprung everyone out of bed. The mounts of dew on the freshly cut grass made it hard not to hear the squelch of the mud when someone walked through it. When I was walking to the bus stop to get to school, I noticed a tall, big , and muscular man’s shadow walking directly behind me and watching my every move. I got very suspicious so I decided to pick up my paste. When I realized he picked up his paste to I knew he was after me, I turned down this long and dark alley and disguised behind the bushes. The only thing I could think of doing was to call my mom, I told that I was in danger so she told me “ remain quiet so he won’t hear you” I said ok and mumbled what he looked like so she could tell the police. As soon as I hung up I saw him pacing back in

Migraines, to some, are discomforts felt in their heads when ill, stressed, or tired. Unfortunately, that does not apply to my family. I say unfortunately, not because we never have headaches, but because our migraines occur too frequently to actually be certain of their triggers. I remember preparing myself emotionally to have my first brain CT scan; I was sad, angry, but mostly scared. Nonetheless, I was hopeful. As I prepared for my scan, my father smiled and said, “Durowaa, you have to study hard to find the cure for our migraines.” He had made this statement several times, but at that moment, it sank in deeper than ever. With my gaze focused on the large white CT scanner, my father’s words lingered through my brain and reassured me of where my passion lay- in medicine. I was certain that I wanted to become a physician so I could finally find a reason to reduce or eliminate the numerous analgesics my family took each day.

The way of pursuing dreams is always a bumpy ride. When I’m on my way of pursuing dream, it is full of twists and turns. For reaching my dream, I once transferred to another school, skipped a grade, and even dropped out of high school and went to America. Every time when I face challenges on my way, I will recall my father’s words: “Dreams don’t abandon people who are pursuit painstakingly, as long as you never stop pursuing, you will bathe in the brilliance of the dream.” His words always encourage me to persist in my dream and pursue it bravely.