Narrative Essay On Occupational Therapy

It was the first day of Therapeutic Modalities class and Dr. Gay eagerly entered the classroom. Without hesitation, she went around to each one of us students and handed us a picture of a hammer. After each student had their hammer, she quietly went to her podium and began lecturing on the first chapter’s material. No explanation was given, no justification for why she might do such a thing on the first day of class.
I began to think, why a hammer? What’s so special about it? Then I considered what a hammer does. A hammer works, provides strength and guides the nail to use its perfect shape and break the barriers in front of it. A nail, like many patients, needs guidance. It needs energy from the hammer. On Sunday, March 13, 2011 my Uncle
Tim’s
It was at that moment I found my calling. Now, three years later, I have used each and every day as a stepping stone to obtain a degree in occupational therapy. I have accumulated over 350 volunteer hours, dedicated an entire summer to two young boys on the autism spectrum, and acquired a 400 hour occupational therapy internship for the upcoming spring semester in order to thoroughly prepare myself for my short-term goals; getting a masters degree and becoming an occupational therapist. If successful, I wish to work in geriatrics and perhaps one day become a hand-specialist to assist patients like Tim in retrieving their mobility. As an occupational therapist, I will hope for more than just physical results from my patients. My thirst to see my patients flourish will not be quenched by their vestibular-motor improvements or feeding independence. My passion is to become a therapist that will inspire patients to approach their rehabilitation with conviction. To galvanize a spirit of determination within them. To be the hammer that guides each and every nail that walks into their session to break the barriers that stand