Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Medical Field

It was 3:00 pm when the built up excitement occurred. The last bell of the day stroked the clock, I would always be in a rush to place my materials away and meet my father always with a smile at the front of the school. The trip from my elementary school to the clinic felt like a decade. My dad was a dental surgeon who worked in a particular clinic composed of different doctors. At the entrance there was the help desk, Carmen siting behind it and always greeting you with a smile “Good afternoon Doctor.” Behind the front desk there was a hallway that hosted two doors on the right and two doors on the left. Through those doors there was a different kind doctor. The first door on the left contained a neurosurgeon doctor and the door behind it had a pediatric doctor. The first room on the right contained an orthodontic dentist

and the last door was where my father cared for his patients. I could not be happier in any other place. The experiences waiting to occur always picked my interest.
I was really close to the neurosurgeon Dr. Grijalva. He would always say, “Do you want to help me cure this patient?” with a smile and let me observe during diagnosis if the patient allowed. My father preformed the whole procedure in his room not only the diagnosis. “Are you up for the challenge of helping a dentist?” my dad would say and he would let me assist if the patient did not felt uncomfortable. During my assist and observations my mouth was always filled with questions, and the answers seem to barely keep up.
My first dramatic encounter happened when I was 7 years old.

I saw a old man come in with groaning and grunting it was a horrible oral pain. It really stroked me as a kid, how much pain there was in a person. My father performed his job and relieved it, I was so amazed I asked, “How were you able to help him dad?” and he told me “We are here to relieve the pain away from people.” At that moment I knew I wanted to be just like one of those doctors sitting behind the doors. I came home so proud of my dad, proud of his amazing task. I told my mother the tale and she told me “Yes my love, doctors are angels who are able to cure people.” There was nothing I wanted more in my life than to be a doctor.
When I was 10 years old things started to get horrible in Mexico, full of violence and corruption. My family moved to the United States, my dad was not longer a licensed dental surgeon. He changed career and he told me “Moving is for the best of our family.” At the time I did not understand why he gave up caring for other people, and all I wanted was to get back in the medical field. My father would tell me “Your good hart and doors will open for

you.”
It was not until my last year of my middle school which I saw a path back into the medical field. I was awarded with being one of the top five students, and given the strength of my academics I got accepted into a medical magnet high school. For my freshmen and sophomore year I was preparing for clinical rotations. On 2010 the stock market crashed and my father who was in the civil engineering field had to relocate. Once again I saw an adversity in my career path. I quickly got in contact with the local schools and found of two schools had a medical magnet. I was incorporated into the program once again. By the time I graduated I had extraneous amounts of hospital hours, ambulance rotations, and had an Emergency Medical Technician certification.
My everyday decision was guided towards the medical field. After my extreme determination in college I graduated in 3 years with a 3.56 GPA. The great majority of my undergraduate career I was working. One of my jobs was to mentor students in high school. I tutored the students and guide them towards college. I was also involved with my school. I joined several organizations within my fields of interest. I have managed to attend several community service events. For a semester I was a volunteer worker at Pet Guardian Angels, a nonprofit organization that rescues animals.
I had many adverse factors but nothing got me off my pathway my dream. The dream of the day I will hear that same bell, but it will wake me up. I will pack my materials for my waiting day ahead. Take the same long trip to my work filled with excitement. The day I will be a Physician Assistant behind a door were all the knowledge, passion, and care come together.