At a young age, I convinced myself that if I practiced the work of a certain career, then that is what I would become. I cleaned my siblings’ teeth when I wanted to be a dentist, assigned them homework when I wanted to be a teacher, directed them through traffic when I wanted to be a police officer, and took notes on every animal on Animal Planet when I wanted to be a veterinarian. However, in a family full of nurses, I was expected to become one by both friends and family. This never agreed with me because of my mild God complex and I liked …show more content…
The conditions were unnerving, and I quickly got over my fear of blood. I realized it was absurd. I witnessed a sick man left out in the sun to die because there were no available doctors to treat him. It angered me when I realized this was the fate of many Haitians and could not do anything about it. This experience inspired me to travel to Belize, a country in Central America, with my high school and volunteer at a health clinic. While working at the clinic, I was assigned to handle minor issues. Giving the villagers the simple solutions like pain relief medication resulted in gratitude. Although helping these villagers was meaningful and gratifying, I was conflicted. I felt accomplished because I helped, but guilty because I knew as a doctor I would have a greater