Amniotic fluid splashed outward as I delivered a baby calf still slick in afterbirth. I squirted water into its ear eliciting its first motor response, confirming its consciousness. A wave of satisfaction filled me at this beautiful moment of life; I had assisted in the birth of a healthy calf. This set the stage for my interest in medicine. Additional experiences throughout my life have amplified the frisson and joy that rushed through my body during the delivery, solidifying my decision to pursue medicine. 6 o’clock each morning I awoke to the blaring of an alarm clock. Responsible for the treatment of ill livestock on the dairy farm, I took great pride in keeping the herd healthy. For each sick cow, I discussed the various treatment options available with my father to return the cow back to full health. Although only treating livestock, ability to heal the diseased on the dairy farm established my passion for medicine. …show more content…
Breaking my left ankle in the midst of basketball season, I found myself in the patient role instead of the healthcare provider role that I was accustomed to on the dairy. The orthopedic displayed a fine attention to detail in his treatment plan, casting my ankle for two weeks and following up with an intricate therapy program. Within weeks I was back on the court, landing a full-ride scholarship to play at Tarleton State University. The similarities of the dedication and passion the orthopedic demonstrated and the fulfillment I had while treating ill livestock struck a chord. Through the experiences of this injury, I transitioned my focus of medicine from livestock to
Unfortunately like all the other sports I am apart of, basketball has its own fair share of injuries while participating during the sport. Unlike soccer, I have not experienced as many sport related injuries, but none the less, I have my fair share. Throughout all four years of high school, I still have to fight and take caution of my weak right ankle. It is because of my ankle that my basketball career has taken multiple catastrophes. For every time I land on my ankle in any that I see as a danger to my ankle, I immediately have to call myself off the court and miss valuable practice and game time. Plus, every time I step foot on any basketball court, i must have my ankle tapped and I must wear a brace. Not only must I worry about if my ankle will finally give out, I also have to worry about pulled muscles, strained back, bruised body parts, sore limbs, and even headaches from getting bashed in the head from an elbow every now and then. Finally the worst injury of all, being dropped dead tired and still having over an hour left in your practice. But after read The Glass Castle, I always think of a saying that Jeannette Walls’s father always told her, “ Things usually work out in the end. If they don’t, then you haven’t come to the end yet.” This saying has taught me that no matter how hard something seems to be, it all will eventually work out in the end and the good times
Screech!!! The bus’ brakes scream upon stopping. I look up to see buildings that look like stone and marbled statuses. The buildings stood tall with tan shiny finishes. The grass was too green to be true and the atmosphere felt like home to me. I had embarked upon a journey that I never thought would be. I was here, here at Emory School of Medicine. Numerous of people walking around with white doctor coats, teal scrubs, and soft colorful crocs. I was a part of an elite group of about thirty high school students, who would soon be a part of Emory’s School of Medicine mentoring program, called Emory School of Medicine Pipeline Program. This program introduced intercity students, such as myself, to the world of medicine. This inspired students to become future medical doctors, nurses, and other medical professions. This program greatly influenced my interest for medicine.
“You need surgery.” Just a few weeks before a national basketball tournament, these words would change my life forever. Basketball is my true passion that is a part of who I am. Unfortunately, I experienced failure at meeting my athletic aspirations, due to an injury. Although my particular injury was out of my control, I constantly felt ashamed that I could not completely fulfill my athletic goals as I had hoped. I felt I had let everyone down who had been there for me and supported me. This injury has also shaped me and changed my perspective on how I see and appreciate certain things.
The morning air was crisp and the sound of early birds at my bedroom window filled the silence in the house. I don’t remember waking up to my alarm, but I do remember the restless night I had experienced. The sharp pain still lingered in my abdomen identical to how the stench of cigarettes asphyxiates wallpaper. Excruciating pain that kept me from a decent night’s sleep, nevertheless I was excited. It was the first day of my first course in the Veterinary Technician Program. Nothing was going to keep me from attending it, nothing. Although, I couldn’t help but think why was I still in so much pain? There were no complications during my son’s birth back in December, so that can’t be it. The implants that were placed to deter pregnancy were removed after being rejected, but that was well over a month ago. Pushing the thought aside I made the 30 minute journey to school.
She immediately scheduled an appointment with an ankle specialist, who diagnosed me with hairline fractures throughout my ankle. At this moment, I thought that my career in sports was over as I would never come back from the months spent in a boot, unable to participate in any form of physical activity, and the months of therapy that followed, but I persevered and returned to playing condition before too long. Some people aren’t so fortunate. They sustain career ending injuries which often include soft tissue damage. The problem with injuries like these is not that they will never heal, as many of them will, but the time it takes for them to heal.
Medicine has proven to be an elusive, tempestuous creature. It has appeared to me in visions nightmarish and calm, despairing and joyous. My pursuit has been an odyssey, taking me farther into my heart than I ever dreamed possible. However, before I could even begin to approach the emotional, physical and Intellectual demands of a physician's life, I had to gain a better understanding of myself, my identity and beliefs. Only with this stronger sense of self have I felt the confidence to give my best and my all, and to make my contribution to society.
Though these individual situations were not easy and often did not go as planned, maintaining a curious and optimistic attitude in them encouraged the boys around me to preserver and allowed me to grow in my skills as a survivalist. With these attitudes presiding, even the most straining situations became opportunities to grow individually and serve others. In the same way, I see the chance to go to medical school as an opportunity to grow into an efficient and compassionate servant of others. I hope to emulate the compassion I have seen in the physicians I have worked with, who have sacrificed time and money for the sake of patients. In spite of the accomplishments and adventures these three days contained, Brown's simple advice to watch the squirrels has continued to impact my life ever since that cold Adirondack night. This quote reminds me to humble myself and approach every opportunity curiously and optimistically, working as hard as I can to thrive in the most difficult situations. It is my ambition to enter medical school with these attitudes to prepare myself for a lifetime of learning, serving, and thriving as a
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
Once upon a time their 4 girls names Lina, Quinn, Rachel, Molly is living in California. All girls were having fun at Quinn's sleepovers. Rachel, were telling scary stories and all the girls was scare. Quinn though it was a good Idea to go bake cookies and the girls went to the kitchen and bakes lots of cookies. After they were done Molly threw a pillow to Lina. The girls had a pillow fight and it was fun after that the girls were tired so they all said good night and went to sleep. It was the middle of the night and Molly was thirsty she went to the kitchen and she heard a scream. Molly went to look where was the screaming was coming from. Molly followed the scream and she knew it was Lina. Molly was calling Lina's name out loud and Lina was screaming " Molly helps ah". " Lina, Lina" said Molly. Molly went to wake the girls up and the girls was worried.
Some people spread their wings in college by getting their first apartment nearby, I moved halfway across the country. In the summer of my sophomore year I choose to drive out to Wisconsin for the summer to learn at a wildlife rehabilitation hospital, renting a room from a local family while I worked. Unlike my previous clinic (which accepted only birds), this new clinic accepted all native wildlife. Here I was exposed to working with mammals for the first time, from tiny infant flying squirrels to awkward deer fawns. I was also given my first real taste of clinical support skills for the animals in my care, leaning basic fluid therapy and medication administration. I was thrilled to further my understanding of basic emergency support in order to streamline patient care when an emergency case arrived. There are few things in life that communicate to you just how much more you have to learn than when someone hands you a wood duck drake whose throat has been ripped open by a dog, or a fawn that was caught in a hay cutter. These moments defined by future direction in wildlife care, and made me determined to better my understanding of animal medicine so that I would always feel that I can help animals in need to the
One life-changing event that has impacted my life was the decision to join my high school lacrosse team going into my freshman year. I didn't know too many people going into my first year of high school besides my close childhood friends. I had been playing soccer for most of my life and had been attending the high school soccer camp to prepare for tryouts. My friend called me a week before school started and asked me if I wanted to join him in at one of his practices. That call changed my life forever.
Journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. My Journey in the field of medicine started with my interaction with the disease and the doctor in a small village where I was born. I saw a real life view of a community with limited resources and significant health care needs. And in this setting, I met a devoted physician who was working endlessly to improve the health of people in my village despite all hurdles. Appreciative smiles on patients’ faces and genuine gestures of humble thankfulness in their eyes for that doctor filled my heart with nobility and respect for this profession. I would look up to the doctor and be amazed by the humble and noble man who would rescue people at their weakest point in life. This inspired me to pursue my career in the field of medicine.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
Not only are my parents in the field of health, but also are my brothers. My father is a consultant otolaryngologist, so those regular winter colds never lasted long. My mother, whom I see as a role model and inspiration, is a specialist in obstetrics and gynecology, dedicated to helping women. The elder of my two brothers is a plastic surgeon, while the younger is a dentist. Because I had a very medicinal family, the esoteric field of healthcare was no longer an enigma to me. One by one, I began my submersion into medicine by accompanying my mother to her daily clinic. Keenly observing her w...
Child Birth can be a beautiful, yet unimaginable experience any mother and family member can encounter. It is a process of emotional and social involvements that make-up a natural human being. The familiarity of childbirth can play an important role in life for every individual, especially the mothers who are in labor or in delivery. Each moment during labor will become memories for the mothers to share with their grown up child in the future. Childbirth is a breath taking experience that can change someone’s life forever. The process of childbirth does not occur in a blink of an eye; in fact, it is more of a procedure that may take a few steps. Some mothers during labor, experience a severe amount of pain that medication can control and some