Persuasive Essay On Stem Cell Therapy
For me, stem cell research is a more recently discovered passion. After reading a short bit about it in my high school biology textbook, I was very intrigued. Stem cell research has so much potential, from growing whole organs using new 3D printing technology to therapies for many diseases. I even wrote a paper supporting increased government funding for stem cell research and sent it to my local representative. Last semester, for my final paper in my neurology seminar. I was curious about the possibility of using stem cell therapy to treat stroke patients. Several studies have been done on animals, and a study currently underway in the United Kingdom is the first study to use neural stem cells for stroke therapy in humans. It was such an inspiring
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The signs were all there—the mood changes, the nightly crying, the scars on her forearms. I could empathize with her, the stress of overbearing parents, school, and the pressure to be perfect. I tried to give her advice, and I advised her to seek counseling and talk to her parents. I listened and consoled. But six months passed, and despite all my efforts, my words and advice were continuously ignored, and I helplessly watched her spiral further down into despair. I thought to myself, Is she even trying to get better? I can do multivariable calculus, perform concertos, and dance ballet, yet I couldn’t help a friend in need. How could all my efforts yield nothing when I was faced with a problem like this? I had failed in one of my most valued traits: my ability to help others. People could consider me the most academically accomplished person in the world, yet I was a failure in my own eyes if I did not possess the capacity to use my compassion to help people. I continued to fail in my attempts, but I knew that I could not give up on her. I had to tell myself that the little things, like being there for her and hearing her out, could have a big impact. And it did, though it took more than a year.
Though painful and frustrating, the experience helped me grow emotionally and mentally, and I discovered what I hold most importantly in life. Not everything
The signs were all there—the mood changes, the nightly crying, the scars on her forearms. I could empathize with her, the stress of overbearing parents, school, and the pressure to be perfect. I tried to give her advice, and I advised her to seek counseling and talk to her parents. I listened and consoled. But six months passed, and despite all my efforts, my words and advice were continuously ignored, and I helplessly watched her spiral further down into despair. I thought to myself, Is she even trying to get better? I can do multivariable calculus, perform concertos, and dance ballet, yet I couldn’t help a friend in need. How could all my efforts yield nothing when I was faced with a problem like this? I had failed in one of my most valued traits: my ability to help others. People could consider me the most academically accomplished person in the world, yet I was a failure in my own eyes if I did not possess the capacity to use my compassion to help people. I continued to fail in my attempts, but I knew that I could not give up on her. I had to tell myself that the little things, like being there for her and hearing her out, could have a big impact. And it did, though it took more than a year.
Though painful and frustrating, the experience helped me grow emotionally and mentally, and I discovered what I hold most importantly in life. Not everything