4. Goals Influenced by Hispanic Heritage: *
Tell us about your academic/career short-term and long-term goals.
How has your Hispanic heritage influenced these goals? *
Please answer this essay question (400 to 600 words).
I'm not too sure how great this is but I really need a lot of scholarships if I'm going to go to my dream college so please tell me if it's not winning material so I can revise it. Thanks!
My father and I arrived to the run down trailer park, Casa Verde, about four in the afternoon. He had come home early to assure we got a visit with el sobador that day. Already there was a line of a men sitting in front of the pink trailer. As I attempted to step down from the truck I looked down at my ankle, the swelling had increased significantly since the day before and walking was painful. When I reached the ledge where the men sat I took a sigh of relief and stretched out my leg. Quickly, I glimpsed around at the men around me. In particular I noticed the man beside me whose knee was swollen nearly to the size of a softball. I grimaced imagining the pain he must have been feeling. The man clearly noticed my facial expression because he laughed and explained to me that it wasn't as bad as it looked. He further added that he had been working in construction and fallen off a scaffold. The black and purple knee was the result of him trying to land on his feet but inertia inevitably twisting his leg sideways when he made contact with the ground. I grimaced again and he simply smiled. As the time passed the line began to snake around the trailer. Since I was in front of the line I could only guess there were about fifteen people anxiously waiting for medical attention. Finally, el sobador arrived from work. Soon it was my turn, the man was so kind. He gently explained to me he was going to twist my ankle back into place and wrap it up to reduce the swelling. After he was done he patted me on the back and my father asked him how much it would be. El sobador responded "lo que tu me puedes dar amigo." (What you can afford my friend.)
The scene I witnessed after we rolled out of the community is one I never have forgotten and never will forget. The line of injured people didn't end at the man's driveway. It ended two houses down; there must have been thirty to forty people all waiting for el sobador. I was astounded. My dad explained to me that many of the people waiting were very poor and they had no money to see a legitimate doctor. He explained that el sobador tried to help these people by giving them treatments that he learned from his village in Mexico but sometimes the people would come with injuries he simply could not cure. His noble actions of taking in the sick and poor and healing them in the best of his ability to me seemed the most inspirational thing I had ever seen. He was a poor man. He lived in a small house with a large family and yet he opened his home to people who suffered after all the work he had done. I want to someday have the ability to provide medical care to those who need it, not only in America but in the world. There are so many people who die because they don't have proper medical assistance. In the future, I plan to visit many third world countries and help in any way I can, with my medical education. To achieve this goal, I plan to work hard and attend the University of Miami. My goal is to major in Biology on the pre-health track at the top of my class. After earning my bachelors degree I plan to continue my education in the University of Miami School of Medicine. And one day I hope to be as great a hero as el sobador .
Tell us about your academic/career short-term and long-term goals.
How has your Hispanic heritage influenced these goals? *
Please answer this essay question (400 to 600 words).
I'm not too sure how great this is but I really need a lot of scholarships if I'm going to go to my dream college so please tell me if it's not winning material so I can revise it. Thanks!
My father and I arrived to the run down trailer park, Casa Verde, about four in the afternoon. He had come home early to assure we got a visit with el sobador that day. Already there was a line of a men sitting in front of the pink trailer. As I attempted to step down from the truck I looked down at my ankle, the swelling had increased significantly since the day before and walking was painful. When I reached the ledge where the men sat I took a sigh of relief and stretched out my leg. Quickly, I glimpsed around at the men around me. In particular I noticed the man beside me whose knee was swollen nearly to the size of a softball. I grimaced imagining the pain he must have been feeling. The man clearly noticed my facial expression because he laughed and explained to me that it wasn't as bad as it looked. He further added that he had been working in construction and fallen off a scaffold. The black and purple knee was the result of him trying to land on his feet but inertia inevitably twisting his leg sideways when he made contact with the ground. I grimaced again and he simply smiled. As the time passed the line began to snake around the trailer. Since I was in front of the line I could only guess there were about fifteen people anxiously waiting for medical attention. Finally, el sobador arrived from work. Soon it was my turn, the man was so kind. He gently explained to me he was going to twist my ankle back into place and wrap it up to reduce the swelling. After he was done he patted me on the back and my father asked him how much it would be. El sobador responded "lo que tu me puedes dar amigo." (What you can afford my friend.)
The scene I witnessed after we rolled out of the community is one I never have forgotten and never will forget. The line of injured people didn't end at the man's driveway. It ended two houses down; there must have been thirty to forty people all waiting for el sobador. I was astounded. My dad explained to me that many of the people waiting were very poor and they had no money to see a legitimate doctor. He explained that el sobador tried to help these people by giving them treatments that he learned from his village in Mexico but sometimes the people would come with injuries he simply could not cure. His noble actions of taking in the sick and poor and healing them in the best of his ability to me seemed the most inspirational thing I had ever seen. He was a poor man. He lived in a small house with a large family and yet he opened his home to people who suffered after all the work he had done. I want to someday have the ability to provide medical care to those who need it, not only in America but in the world. There are so many people who die because they don't have proper medical assistance. In the future, I plan to visit many third world countries and help in any way I can, with my medical education. To achieve this goal, I plan to work hard and attend the University of Miami. My goal is to major in Biology on the pre-health track at the top of my class. After earning my bachelors degree I plan to continue my education in the University of Miami School of Medicine. And one day I hope to be as great a hero as el sobador .
