Personal Narrative: My Journey To The Medical Field

We were playing with a half deflated soccer ball in the middle of the rainy season in Guadalajara. My mom had just left to go back home leaving my brother and I with our great grandparents on their small ranch. She lived in a small little village; houses unfinished, no running water, one little school - and no nearby medical center.

The summer I spent there opened my eyes to how the other half lived. Seeing such poverty sparked a drive to help those in need, and, being someone who values the sciences, I was particularly drawn to the medical field.

I came home with a plethora of questions for my mother, who has worked in the medical field for years and is now in nursing school. I asked about the environment, the people, the stories. But, eventually my mom and the internet wasn’t enough.
Luckily, I was accepted. I now work off of a pager and assist any department that needs help.

On my first day of training I was mesmerized by the atmosphere of the hospital. Seeing the passion in all those who worked there reminded me of my own. There were two stops that we made that made the decision to be apart of the medical field concrete.

First, the 5th floor: Critical burn unit. I was meant to only stop by and meet the staff, but before we so much as took a step inside, a nurse asked if we could help feed a man. When I met Nick, he had been in the hospital for almost a year. He was in an explosion that left his body not only badly burned, but also left him blind.
At first I felt uncomfortable, not knowing exactly how to feed a grown man I didn't even know. I quickly adjusted and listened to what Nick had to say. He was one of the most optimistic and positive person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing despite his horrific circumstances. After spending half an hour or so with him I was asked to record what he