Narrative Essay About Becoming A Doctor

I cannot remember the look on my pediatrician 's face when I showed him my bruises. All I remember is that I was looking down on the floor feeling shameful and lifted up my pants to show my calves all black and blue. Pediatrician did not say much and just prescribed me some medicine. Medicine, that will treat my striped calves from my father 's "discipline." As I was walking out of his office I felt lost and alone in whole wide world. I did not know why but felt like crying out loud. That sudden emotion surprised me as I did not shed a single tear when I was getting beaten up.

Ironically I decided to become a doctor during my childhood. I believed it was a dream job with highest salary. The job that will clear away all my parents’ money problems. The job that will keep my dad always happy and nice to me. The job that will vanish my mother 's sadness and my anxiety. It was hope for my unsettling youth that kept me bright and guidelines that stopped me from slipping into wrong places.

As I grew up and become a college student, things I believed started to fall apart. I realized money cannot fix everything and especially happiness is not something that automatically follows the

Setting aside his ethics as a doctor and what is righteous, I understood him. Being a part of small community in South Korea he must have believed that family matter is best left private. However understanding does not mean I will follow his path. I am aware how patients can be in situations they feel ashamed of their illness. Not only referring to victims of domestic violence, but there are many cases people hide their illness and let it become more serious. Sometimes it is not even because they want to hide it but simply don 't have time and money like I have mentioned before. Whatever the reasons are it is clearly helpful for patients to build healthy patient doctor relationship and constantly check their