Many aspects of myself have changed since those third grade mornings when my entire class fueled their hobbies by researching sports or bugs on the computer program ReadAbout:™ while I continuously searched for articles on brain surgery or the latest medical technology. Since then, I have crafted a spot-on Miranda Sings impression, become a vegetarian, and learned that sports will never be my strong suit as I scored for the opposing team in basketball more than once. Throughout my seventeen years of life, however, one piece of me has remained unchanged.
I am not sure where my passion for the medical field stemmed from as my parents are not doctors and going in for a checkup was scarier for my nine year old self than belting out my rendition …show more content…
Without knowing any information past this vague detail, imagine my pure shock when I walked into Ellie’s bedroom and recognized that her entire left arm and leg were completely covered in bandages. It did not take long for the explanation to be revealed- she fell off a moving treadmill and was injured from being trapped under the spinning belt. Not knowing how to comfort a child who had traded the skin on her left appendages for burns, I did what I knew best and channeled my naive spirit from my recess rescue squad days in elementary school. I offered her a popsicle, made sure she was comfortable, and made her laugh as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It seemed like magic; despite suffering as she did, Ellie was able to open up to me, giggle, and play just like any other day I had watched her. I could tell that she appreciated how we were able to take the focus off her condition. The lighthearted feeling I received from this day made the path for my future much clearer. Knowing that I made a child’s day even just a little better is a feeling I want to have every day of my life and I know that becoming a pediatrician is the way to do so. I cannot wait for the day when I can turn in that literal and figurative Hello Kitty medical kit for a stethoscope, scrubs, and a nametag that says “Dr.
I am not sure where my passion for the medical field stemmed from as my parents are not doctors and going in for a checkup was scarier for my nine year old self than belting out my rendition …show more content…
Without knowing any information past this vague detail, imagine my pure shock when I walked into Ellie’s bedroom and recognized that her entire left arm and leg were completely covered in bandages. It did not take long for the explanation to be revealed- she fell off a moving treadmill and was injured from being trapped under the spinning belt. Not knowing how to comfort a child who had traded the skin on her left appendages for burns, I did what I knew best and channeled my naive spirit from my recess rescue squad days in elementary school. I offered her a popsicle, made sure she was comfortable, and made her laugh as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It seemed like magic; despite suffering as she did, Ellie was able to open up to me, giggle, and play just like any other day I had watched her. I could tell that she appreciated how we were able to take the focus off her condition. The lighthearted feeling I received from this day made the path for my future much clearer. Knowing that I made a child’s day even just a little better is a feeling I want to have every day of my life and I know that becoming a pediatrician is the way to do so. I cannot wait for the day when I can turn in that literal and figurative Hello Kitty medical kit for a stethoscope, scrubs, and a nametag that says “Dr.