prompt #1 states, "Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations."
Do I cover the question?
The doors opened and I started walking down the hall towards the pediatrician center for my six month check-up. As a young kid, I loathed going to the doctors, fearing they would harm me but now as a young adult I enjoyed going to the department. Funny thing is it only took me one visit to realize how becoming a doctor was my zeal.
I was fifteen and there again for a regular check-up, but as I was reading my book I observed a girl, around the age of seven or eight years old. She was sitting on a chair next to her mother weeping about how the doctor would hurt her and how she didn't want to go inside. The mother caught sight of me staring and apologized for the uproar her daughter was creating and I smiled and went back to reading. But as the girl kept crying, my mind kept wandering to my past when I was just like the little girl, frightened to meet a doctor. I placed my book aside, walked up to the little girl, and went down on my knees until I was face to face with her. I grabbed her hand understandingly and said with a smile, "Hey don't worry, I know doctors can be scary but they won't hurt you. In fact, if you show them how brave of a princess you are, they'll give you a sticker when you're done," knowing they would give her a sticker no matter what.
"Really? You promise?" said the girl wiping away the last of her tears.
The nurse came out, "Rebecca".
"Time to go in Rebecca," said the mother.
The girl was still facing me with her little palms in mine waiting for my answer. I looked in her eyes, watching the faith she had my words becoming desperate. "I promise," I said with the most sincere voice I had. Rebecca smiled, nodded her head, and went in the doctor's room without the slightest fear.
After twenty minutes, Rebecca came back out. But instead of just following her mom out, she ran up to me and hugged me. I hugged her back and went on my knees again. "See I told you it wouldn't hurt. And look now, you can tell all your friends you were a brave princess," I said pointing to her sticker.
She looked down at her sticker and looked back at me and said "Thank-you," with a smile that showed how grateful and happy she was. Then she chased after her mom and said "Look mommy, I'm a brave princess."
After the interaction with Rebecca, I realized how much I loved being around little kids and how I wanted to help them. The interaction with Rebecca showed me how compassion and ability to create a bond with people could go a long way.
Do I cover the question?
The doors opened and I started walking down the hall towards the pediatrician center for my six month check-up. As a young kid, I loathed going to the doctors, fearing they would harm me but now as a young adult I enjoyed going to the department. Funny thing is it only took me one visit to realize how becoming a doctor was my zeal.
I was fifteen and there again for a regular check-up, but as I was reading my book I observed a girl, around the age of seven or eight years old. She was sitting on a chair next to her mother weeping about how the doctor would hurt her and how she didn't want to go inside. The mother caught sight of me staring and apologized for the uproar her daughter was creating and I smiled and went back to reading. But as the girl kept crying, my mind kept wandering to my past when I was just like the little girl, frightened to meet a doctor. I placed my book aside, walked up to the little girl, and went down on my knees until I was face to face with her. I grabbed her hand understandingly and said with a smile, "Hey don't worry, I know doctors can be scary but they won't hurt you. In fact, if you show them how brave of a princess you are, they'll give you a sticker when you're done," knowing they would give her a sticker no matter what.
"Really? You promise?" said the girl wiping away the last of her tears.
The nurse came out, "Rebecca".
"Time to go in Rebecca," said the mother.
The girl was still facing me with her little palms in mine waiting for my answer. I looked in her eyes, watching the faith she had my words becoming desperate. "I promise," I said with the most sincere voice I had. Rebecca smiled, nodded her head, and went in the doctor's room without the slightest fear.
After twenty minutes, Rebecca came back out. But instead of just following her mom out, she ran up to me and hugged me. I hugged her back and went on my knees again. "See I told you it wouldn't hurt. And look now, you can tell all your friends you were a brave princess," I said pointing to her sticker.
She looked down at her sticker and looked back at me and said "Thank-you," with a smile that showed how grateful and happy she was. Then she chased after her mom and said "Look mommy, I'm a brave princess."
After the interaction with Rebecca, I realized how much I loved being around little kids and how I wanted to help them. The interaction with Rebecca showed me how compassion and ability to create a bond with people could go a long way.