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I work at a hospital in rural Rwanda. In my free time, I coach the local soccer teams. Yesterday, I took the boys and girls teams to the capital city, Kigali, to play against city schools. Many of the soccer players had never been to Kigali before, and they gaped at the ten-story buildings and rivers of cars and trucks. We lost to the city kids, but winning wasn't the point. The players sang the whole bus-ride home.
Why am I writing about soccer on a pre-med forum? Last year, I applied to fifteen medical schools. I interviewed at two schools, and was waitlisted and eventually rejected from both. At the time, I felt that there was nothing I could ever want more in life than to get off one of those waitlists. Rejection hurt. It hurt more than any other rejection or failure in my life.
Little did I know it then, but I was lucky to have failed. If I had gotten in last cycle, I wouldn't have been able to stay in Rwanda for another year, to see my teams get trounced in Kigali, to shadow doctors, and to continue my real job of installing and maintaining electronic medical records in rural hospitals and clinics. It's given me something to look back on during medical school to remember why I am working so hard, whom I am working for. When I stay up all night studying the immune system, that's for Agnes, the single mom with a CD4 count of three and a beautiful five-year-old HIV-positive son. When I memorize congenital deformities, that's for Jean, who walks twenty miles several times a week to the market on severely deformed legs. The extra year I've been able to spend in Rwanda will make me a better student by giving me motivation to work harder and happier student by giving personal meaning to the esoterica in my medical textbooks.
To all of you reading this who don't get into medical school this year, congratulations. You may have just won a ticket to the best year of your life.