Physician's Assistant-Personal Narrative Analysis

“Wherever the art of medicine is loved, there is also a love of humanity,” said Hippocrates. I have always wanted to work in the medical field, specifically as a Physician’s Assistant because I’ve wanted to help people ever since I was a small child. My mother is a nurse and my father is in the military and a volunteer firefighter, so I’ve been surrounded by people that help others for a living. I always loved knowing that my parents impacted others every single day that they went to work. I want to be able to look myself in the mirror when the day is done and truthfully say that I impacted someone’s life as greatly as my parents always have.
When I was younger, every summer all of my cousins and I went to my grandmother's house for a few …show more content…
I was with my father, he was there for the fire department in case anyone got hurt, and it was cold outside, so I got in the fire truck to keep warm. All of a sudden, all of the firefighters’ pagers went off. Someone was in a car accident and they needed emergency responders. My dad didn’t have anyone to leave me with, so I had to ride in the truck to the accident. When we arrived at the scene, I remember seeing a bright, red car that was all smashed up. There was glass everywhere and lights were flashing from the police cars. My dad told me to stay in the truck while he went to help the driver that was still stuck in the car. I watched as my dad and the other firefighters took the man out of the car, put him on a stretcher, and wrapped a neck brace on him. They needed a place to put him to keep him warm while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. The firefighters had to place him in the truck that I was in, for it was the only one big enough. I remember seeing him lie there, bloody and in pain, and thinking about what the doctors were going to do and how they were going to help him. I don’t remember much after that and I still don’t know what happened to him after the ambulance got there and took him