From a young age I knew I wanted to be a doctor. I remember my Kindergarten teacher asking me “imagine if you were to work at a factory with your parents”. I was young yet I knew what I wanted with my life and so I replied “Never going to happen, I’m going to be a doctor”. Since then I knew being a doctor was my long term goal. By virtue of my goal, I knew I would need to go to college and study medicine. Additionally by doing so, I would be the first person in my family to finish high school and go to college. I was motivated to prove my Kindergarten teacher wrong and to make my mom proud. I specifically mentioned my mom because my father never cared about my wellbeing or education. My mom on the other hand, pushed me and encouraged me to
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I also grew up being told that I needed a good job to have a fulfilling life. My mom used herself as an example to inspire me. Due to her job, she has undergone four surgeries, one on each shoulder and carpal-tunnel on both of her hands. Even with so much agony and no support from my father, she continued to suffer to make sure I were to get a proper education and a bright future. My mom’s injuries were the main impact for my desire of wanting to be a doctor. Throughout my early childhood, I felt helpless and powerless, especially whenever my mom cried due to her excruciating pain. Additionally, my mom only spoke Spanish which resulted in a barrier between her and her doctors. As I grew older, I noticed many people suffer because of the language barrier. At first I wanted to help my mom, but overtime I realized I was blessed with the ability to speak two languages and the chance to make a difference. Although I knew I wanted to be a doctor, I had no idea what to specialize in. It was until middle school when I realized that I wanted to help people directly and not just prescribe medicine. I wanted to help people when they most needed help, this caused me to come to the conclusion that I were to study emergency medicine and become an emergency physician. For a while, all seemed right, until my life drastically
I also grew up being told that I needed a good job to have a fulfilling life. My mom used herself as an example to inspire me. Due to her job, she has undergone four surgeries, one on each shoulder and carpal-tunnel on both of her hands. Even with so much agony and no support from my father, she continued to suffer to make sure I were to get a proper education and a bright future. My mom’s injuries were the main impact for my desire of wanting to be a doctor. Throughout my early childhood, I felt helpless and powerless, especially whenever my mom cried due to her excruciating pain. Additionally, my mom only spoke Spanish which resulted in a barrier between her and her doctors. As I grew older, I noticed many people suffer because of the language barrier. At first I wanted to help my mom, but overtime I realized I was blessed with the ability to speak two languages and the chance to make a difference. Although I knew I wanted to be a doctor, I had no idea what to specialize in. It was until middle school when I realized that I wanted to help people directly and not just prescribe medicine. I wanted to help people when they most needed help, this caused me to come to the conclusion that I were to study emergency medicine and become an emergency physician. For a while, all seemed right, until my life drastically