People are said to be influenced by many different aspects of their surroundings: their peers, family members, television, magazines, and more. However, I experienced a more spontaneous encounter with the person who would soon become my hero. My mind was opened to new things.
During the summer of 2009, I worked as a summer intern at the Juan F. Luis hospital. My duties included filing paperwork, making phone calls, answering the telephone for my department's extension, and obtaining contact information from medical examiners. Although this list seems time consuming, it was only made for me to keep busy. The young lady I intended to work for left for maternal leave, so I was stuck with her pessimistic assistant. Motivated by pursuing knowledge, I happily completed my tasks.
One morning on July 21st, I roamed the spacious halls of the half empty building. Taking a left into the elevator, an old man greeted me. Everyone usually greeted one another in the hallways, but his sounded genuine. Day after day, I observed the man. He was short. His size was fairly normal and his hair was as white as snow, but hidden underneath a cap that matched his scrubs. He was very helpful to the people that surrounded him, whether they had disabilities or no health problems at all. In my perspective, all doctors on St. Croix were extremely unpleasant unless face to face with a patient in need, but this man made me question if I was being narrow-minded.
On August 11th, my last day as an intern, I decided to tell the anonymous man that he was my hero. Doing our short but very informative conversation, I found out that he was a nurse at the hospital. I guess it did not matter what job title he had, for it was his attitude that moved me.
My hero cannot fly or donate lump sums of cash in efforts to diminish poverty. He was not a technological inventor or an activist, but he implemented such an impact in my life, that after college I will use the tools I have to impact someone else, someday, somehow, somewhere.
Please comment ans share your honest opinion. Tell me if its boring. Im not a very good writer and I am very nervous about the application process, as many are.
During the summer of 2009, I worked as a summer intern at the Juan F. Luis hospital. My duties included filing paperwork, making phone calls, answering the telephone for my department's extension, and obtaining contact information from medical examiners. Although this list seems time consuming, it was only made for me to keep busy. The young lady I intended to work for left for maternal leave, so I was stuck with her pessimistic assistant. Motivated by pursuing knowledge, I happily completed my tasks.
One morning on July 21st, I roamed the spacious halls of the half empty building. Taking a left into the elevator, an old man greeted me. Everyone usually greeted one another in the hallways, but his sounded genuine. Day after day, I observed the man. He was short. His size was fairly normal and his hair was as white as snow, but hidden underneath a cap that matched his scrubs. He was very helpful to the people that surrounded him, whether they had disabilities or no health problems at all. In my perspective, all doctors on St. Croix were extremely unpleasant unless face to face with a patient in need, but this man made me question if I was being narrow-minded.
On August 11th, my last day as an intern, I decided to tell the anonymous man that he was my hero. Doing our short but very informative conversation, I found out that he was a nurse at the hospital. I guess it did not matter what job title he had, for it was his attitude that moved me.
My hero cannot fly or donate lump sums of cash in efforts to diminish poverty. He was not a technological inventor or an activist, but he implemented such an impact in my life, that after college I will use the tools I have to impact someone else, someday, somehow, somewhere.
Please comment ans share your honest opinion. Tell me if its boring. Im not a very good writer and I am very nervous about the application process, as many are.
