While my peers completed community service hours, my mom pushed my temporary wheelchair through hospital halls, and I focused in on the admitted victims of the disparities in Detroit I passed a young mother with a baby bound for drug abuse, an abused child, and a suburban baby with fetal alcohol syndrome. The afflictions made me emotional because there was a dark comparison between my controllable condition and their inevitable ones. Today I urge myself to seek every opportunity to seize the day rather than be dragged to the ground.
I have been challenged in accessing many of America’s educational opportunities. However, I have turned the difficulties that have been thrown my way into tools to construct my career. With finances, community, and health aside, I will continue in my stride toward my success in the future as an innovator in the medical