Reflection On Rugby

“He needs support!” my coach yelled as Gage charged forward with the rugby ball. He collided with a player from the other team and was taken to the ground. Before the opposition could steal the ball from Gage, Seth and I were there. We protected Gage and the ball from any players who tried to steal it. The ball was then gathered up by our team and passed on to another runner. That is your job when you are a forward in rugby. You support the runners and retain possession of the ball at all costs. It takes a great deal of dedication to be able to run non-stop and tackle people for the full 90 minutes of a rugby match. It was a combination of support and dedication that propelled my rugby team to the state championship. It was a similar combination

After my first semester of college my family took a long road trip. I had not performed well academically that semester and I had to ride the whole way with just my dad. After an hour of riding in silence my dad told me he was disappointed with me because he knew that I was capable of more. During that car ride he challenged me to take pride in and excel at what I do. From then on I told myself that I would find a way to work harder each semester. I started with a low GPA and increased it every semester until I finished with a much more respectable one. Finishing strong gave me a huge sense of accomplishment, but the best feeling was when my parents told me that they were proud of me. I never could have done it without their support and

I idealistically considered what I could do that would have the greatest impact on medicine. I decided that getting a Ph.D in microbiology and developing treatments and medicine seemed like the best option to fulfill that goal. I started to do microbiology research and realized that it was going to be a frustrating, but also revealing and valuable experience in my life. I was frustrated because I spent a large amount of time on a project, but when the dust settled I was left with more questions than answers. I was disheartened, and while I realize that research is important to the medical community, I felt that I needed a more human aspect to the work I was doing. I decided to set up a job shadow of a DO from my hometown, Dr. Wilson. She treated her patients like human beings rather than cases and went the extra mile to make them as comfortable as possible. I knew that that patient contact was the human aspect I was seeking in my search for the right medical field. I decided then that I wanted to be a DO and emulate that same regard for the patient as a person rather than a case that I had observed from Dr.