Significant events in early life
Most significant events of my early years (that I remember) are unfortunately linked to death. I remember the illness of my grandmother, and I remember that I insisted to see her after she had passed away. She had spent nearly every weekend with us after my grandfather’s death, and I remember my thoughts circling around the fact that my parents would be next. All my grandparents had passed away very early, nobody got older than 68, and my mother was already 50 at that time. My grandmother left a big gap, and I remember that old people started fascinating me and that I liked listening to their stories from former times.
At the age of ten I had an accident and lost a fingertip. I had to go to the hospital every morning for three months, and after that time it was clear for me that I would become a physician. I was fascinated by the thought of being able to help others, and this idea survived until I left school eight years later.
Our dog unfortunately died …show more content…
Having been to India at least fifteen time I have seen a lot of sufferings; one day we drove from New Delhi (one of the better places in India) to Noida, one of Delhi’s suburbs. I looked out of the car when we stopped at an intersection when I saw a young girl, approximately three years old. She was naked and dirty, and she sat on the central dividing strip next to a woman who slept. When I had a closer look, I realized that the girl had tears in her eyes and that the woman was dead. I alerted our Indian advisers, who joined me in the car, but they only explained to me that this is normal and that there is nothing we can do. The managing partner, a very educated man who has travelled around the world, simply said: “Live goes on.” I am fully aware that one cannot change or save the whole world, but knowing about human suffering and seeing it are two different pairs of
Most significant events of my early years (that I remember) are unfortunately linked to death. I remember the illness of my grandmother, and I remember that I insisted to see her after she had passed away. She had spent nearly every weekend with us after my grandfather’s death, and I remember my thoughts circling around the fact that my parents would be next. All my grandparents had passed away very early, nobody got older than 68, and my mother was already 50 at that time. My grandmother left a big gap, and I remember that old people started fascinating me and that I liked listening to their stories from former times.
At the age of ten I had an accident and lost a fingertip. I had to go to the hospital every morning for three months, and after that time it was clear for me that I would become a physician. I was fascinated by the thought of being able to help others, and this idea survived until I left school eight years later.
Our dog unfortunately died …show more content…
Having been to India at least fifteen time I have seen a lot of sufferings; one day we drove from New Delhi (one of the better places in India) to Noida, one of Delhi’s suburbs. I looked out of the car when we stopped at an intersection when I saw a young girl, approximately three years old. She was naked and dirty, and she sat on the central dividing strip next to a woman who slept. When I had a closer look, I realized that the girl had tears in her eyes and that the woman was dead. I alerted our Indian advisers, who joined me in the car, but they only explained to me that this is normal and that there is nothing we can do. The managing partner, a very educated man who has travelled around the world, simply said: “Live goes on.” I am fully aware that one cannot change or save the whole world, but knowing about human suffering and seeing it are two different pairs of