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Ok people after the first attempt at writing a personal statement I have come up with a ROUGH draft for a new angle. Please let me know what you think of this. Does it sound too much like an autobiography? Please just let me know what you think.
I could tell you I played doctor with a toy stethoscope and my sister?s Raggedy Ann doll ? but that wouldn?t be true. I never had a plastic doctor?s kit or a sister with an ailing doll. My earliest memories of incidents that have influenced my career path to medicine are a little more graphic.
Our family?s black cat, Batman, apparently didn?t have his super powers engaged the day he was run over by a car in the busy intersection a block from our house. Even though I was four only years old, I can remember insisting that I be allowed to see his lifeless body and severe head injury before my Dad buried him in the backyard behind the garage. I wanted to know what happened and why Batman had died.
When a teammate in pre-school soccer scraped a patch of skin from his knee in a hard piece of ground near the sideline, I ran over to see the injury and to try to help. Later I helped classmates pull their ?baby? teeth and never shuttered.
Curiosity gave way to fascination in middle school and high school. I couldn?t learn enough about this incredible machine called the human body. I tracked down television programs that featured doctors, real-life surgeries and trauma rooms. Nothing was too graphic or disturbing because, in the end, lives where saved and patients were restored.
After I tore my left ACL in a ninth grade football game, nationally known surgeon Dr. James Andrews repaired it using a patella tendon graft. Being a patient and learning how much a talented surgeon could do to make a person complete again confirmed that medicine was for me.
I had learned a lot about the physical therapy aspect of my procedure before and after my operation. The next summer, at age 15, I used what I had learned first hand as a patient while working at a local rehab center. By the end of my summer job, I was assisting in administering several of the procedures because the full-time staff knew I understood the process from the technical and patient points of view. Later that year a local orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Charles Hartzog, who cared for my occasional sports-related injuries, let me come to the hospital to watch several operations.
During my high school years, in addition to lettering in three sports and participating in a full slate of extra-curricular activities, I soaked up textbook chapters and illustrations - memorizing body parts and their functions. For me, biology, anatomy and chemistry classes were enjoyable steps in the process of learning as much as I could about the human body.
Today, with the benefit my college experience, my fascination has turned into passion. Hours in the genetics lab pass quickly. Work in the lab doing DNA research - while frustrating in the sense of never breaking through - never made me have second thoughts about my career choice. Now, midway through my junior year I have been in the hospital operating room observing more than 30 surgeries - thanks to Dr. Clay Harper, a general surgeon at East Alabama Medical Center who understands my passion for medicine.
Now I feel my passion manifesting itself in a new found focus and dedication that comes with a complete and sincere commitment to a medical career. Simply put, I want to learn more, see more and eventually do more with the human body.
Any comments are welcome.
I could tell you I played doctor with a toy stethoscope and my sister?s Raggedy Ann doll ? but that wouldn?t be true. I never had a plastic doctor?s kit or a sister with an ailing doll. My earliest memories of incidents that have influenced my career path to medicine are a little more graphic.
Our family?s black cat, Batman, apparently didn?t have his super powers engaged the day he was run over by a car in the busy intersection a block from our house. Even though I was four only years old, I can remember insisting that I be allowed to see his lifeless body and severe head injury before my Dad buried him in the backyard behind the garage. I wanted to know what happened and why Batman had died.
When a teammate in pre-school soccer scraped a patch of skin from his knee in a hard piece of ground near the sideline, I ran over to see the injury and to try to help. Later I helped classmates pull their ?baby? teeth and never shuttered.
Curiosity gave way to fascination in middle school and high school. I couldn?t learn enough about this incredible machine called the human body. I tracked down television programs that featured doctors, real-life surgeries and trauma rooms. Nothing was too graphic or disturbing because, in the end, lives where saved and patients were restored.
After I tore my left ACL in a ninth grade football game, nationally known surgeon Dr. James Andrews repaired it using a patella tendon graft. Being a patient and learning how much a talented surgeon could do to make a person complete again confirmed that medicine was for me.
I had learned a lot about the physical therapy aspect of my procedure before and after my operation. The next summer, at age 15, I used what I had learned first hand as a patient while working at a local rehab center. By the end of my summer job, I was assisting in administering several of the procedures because the full-time staff knew I understood the process from the technical and patient points of view. Later that year a local orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Charles Hartzog, who cared for my occasional sports-related injuries, let me come to the hospital to watch several operations.
During my high school years, in addition to lettering in three sports and participating in a full slate of extra-curricular activities, I soaked up textbook chapters and illustrations - memorizing body parts and their functions. For me, biology, anatomy and chemistry classes were enjoyable steps in the process of learning as much as I could about the human body.
Today, with the benefit my college experience, my fascination has turned into passion. Hours in the genetics lab pass quickly. Work in the lab doing DNA research - while frustrating in the sense of never breaking through - never made me have second thoughts about my career choice. Now, midway through my junior year I have been in the hospital operating room observing more than 30 surgeries - thanks to Dr. Clay Harper, a general surgeon at East Alabama Medical Center who understands my passion for medicine.
Now I feel my passion manifesting itself in a new found focus and dedication that comes with a complete and sincere commitment to a medical career. Simply put, I want to learn more, see more and eventually do more with the human body.
Any comments are welcome.