Tell us about a personal quality,talent,accomplishment,contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
okay so I;m not sure if this exactly answers this question,its a rough draft. I need help please :)
My Dislike for Blood
Most Nigerian parents tend to want their children to be a doctor, lawyer or engineer probably because they think it will bring financial security in the future. My grandma's vision for me was not any different. She often boasted to her friends in Igbo about her granddaughter who would be a doctor in the future. I shared the same vision with her before the summer 0f 2009 when I had my first non-paid job.
I remember being overly excited when I found out I was accepted to work in the Reddington hospital in Lagos, Nigeria. The day before my five days long internship at the Redding ton hospital I meticulously arranged my bag, packed my lunch and carefully ironed about five cooperate outfits that would made me look older than fifteen. Like every new challenge in my life, I couldn't wait to get started. I was assigned to assist the lab technician as my teacher recommended I was always eager to help people, But my mentor blessed me with the opportunity to watch a live C-Section. I was joyous, I imagined I was the doctor and I was actually going to help deliver the baby. As my mentor gave me my scrubs she said she admired my exhilaration, but I should brace myself, I ignored her and quickly changed and took pictures; I thought about the pictures I would later send to Facebook and the exciting entry I would write in my journal.
I can never forget the quirky feeling of fear and amazement I felt the first time I saw the red matter that gushed out from the patient's stomach as the doctor slit the woman's belly and the blue-ish bundle of joy that lay beneath it . I thought about how I would be doing that in a matter of years. There was just something about blood that made me feel uncertain. "Do I really want to be doing this", I asked myself. As I closed my eyes I imagined how disappointed my grandma would be and I felt a sense of failure, I thought about all the people I wouldn't be able to help and how I would never be able to give my grandma the free healthcare she dreamed about.
Even if I couldn't stand blood.I didn't let that define me. I would forever remember the time I spent working in Reddington as not only one of the exciting things that happened to me but as an experience that redefined my purpose in life. I realized that as much as I love helping people and caring for people,I don't want to be a doctor. That moment of uncertainty helped me realize that I didn't have to live up to someone's expectation, It helped me take control of my life and gave way for to focus on my other passions in life like how I want to help find solutions to the environmental problems my home country Nigeria faces and my love for story telling.
okay so I;m not sure if this exactly answers this question,its a rough draft. I need help please :)
My Dislike for Blood
Most Nigerian parents tend to want their children to be a doctor, lawyer or engineer probably because they think it will bring financial security in the future. My grandma's vision for me was not any different. She often boasted to her friends in Igbo about her granddaughter who would be a doctor in the future. I shared the same vision with her before the summer 0f 2009 when I had my first non-paid job.
I remember being overly excited when I found out I was accepted to work in the Reddington hospital in Lagos, Nigeria. The day before my five days long internship at the Redding ton hospital I meticulously arranged my bag, packed my lunch and carefully ironed about five cooperate outfits that would made me look older than fifteen. Like every new challenge in my life, I couldn't wait to get started. I was assigned to assist the lab technician as my teacher recommended I was always eager to help people, But my mentor blessed me with the opportunity to watch a live C-Section. I was joyous, I imagined I was the doctor and I was actually going to help deliver the baby. As my mentor gave me my scrubs she said she admired my exhilaration, but I should brace myself, I ignored her and quickly changed and took pictures; I thought about the pictures I would later send to Facebook and the exciting entry I would write in my journal.
I can never forget the quirky feeling of fear and amazement I felt the first time I saw the red matter that gushed out from the patient's stomach as the doctor slit the woman's belly and the blue-ish bundle of joy that lay beneath it . I thought about how I would be doing that in a matter of years. There was just something about blood that made me feel uncertain. "Do I really want to be doing this", I asked myself. As I closed my eyes I imagined how disappointed my grandma would be and I felt a sense of failure, I thought about all the people I wouldn't be able to help and how I would never be able to give my grandma the free healthcare she dreamed about.
Even if I couldn't stand blood.I didn't let that define me. I would forever remember the time I spent working in Reddington as not only one of the exciting things that happened to me but as an experience that redefined my purpose in life. I realized that as much as I love helping people and caring for people,I don't want to be a doctor. That moment of uncertainty helped me realize that I didn't have to live up to someone's expectation, It helped me take control of my life and gave way for to focus on my other passions in life like how I want to help find solutions to the environmental problems my home country Nigeria faces and my love for story telling.