A Touching Tale: How I Found My Calling in Medicine - Essay Sample

I always wanted to be an anthropologist, until something quite touching happened during my childhood years. I was watching a documentary about medicine and that day the TV host had invited a family of a child fighting cancer. The child was a boy of about eight years old and was undergoing chemotherapy for blood cancer; acute anemia. What touched me most about this boy is that he looked so fragile and innocent, for him having cancer was like a cross too heavy for him to carry.

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The mother of the boy was talking about the challenges that they have had managing cancer in their child. The family had to spend so much on the child's medication such that they had to strain to afford necessities such as food and rent. I was so touched. The chemotherapy that the boy was dead affected her so much he had no hair on his head, and he had to cover his head, and when he removed Marvin. I shed tears. A child should not suffer this way. There and then, with tears in my eyes, I turned to my father and told him, "I want to work hard and fight that thing which is tormenting that boy on TV'. That is when my father told me to work hard enough when I joined High School, get a good GPA, and join a medical school where I can study cancer and make the best Oncologist in the world so that I can save people who are living in pain like baby Thomas.

My High School life as a freshman was not a smooth one. My family did not have enough income to afford us some luxuries such as laptops and even a smartphone, let alone a decent meal. My mother worked at a food store downtown, while my father was a plumber in a private company. My big sister was in senior high school, and my younger brother, grade three. My passion for soccer made me eager to join high school and immediately I enrolled in

Canton High School, all I wanted was to get the soccer captain and make friends. However, at the back of my mind, I knew that as a freshman getting into the varsity soccer team was not an easy thing. Every day after classes, I would go to the field and watch the junior and senior Soccer players practice for the School year's soccer tournament. This happened for a couple of weeks. Then finally, I gathered the courage to meet the team's coach, Mr Randall. I made him believe in me, and so he accepted me into the soccer team with the condition that I have to be exponentially potential.

I will not say that I have been a perfect student, but I have always worked hard to achieve better grades, balancing soccer and academics. I had a dream to get into medical school in the future, so I was intrinsically motivated me to work hard, especially in sciences. In my first biology exam as a freshman, I scored a straight 'A' with A-s in chemistry and Mathematics. I worked so hard to balance soccer and education, maintaining a GPA of 3.5.

My best experience in varsity soccer is when Mr. Randall called me and told me that I would be in the school soccer team that season as a striker. Not that I doubted my potential in soccer, I was perturbed because, as a freshman in high school, I believed that the seniors were more capable than I was.

It was a match between Canton High School, playing away, and Small Ville High School playing home. The pressure to prove to Mr. Randall that he had not made a wrong decision in allowing me into the varsity soccer team made me unleash all my potential. The time the first half was over, we were at a two-two draw with Small Ville high school. In the second half, the game was tough since our opponents were now playing a defensive game, as we got into the fortieth minute of the second half, hopes of winning against this team were growing dimmer. All of a sudden, Bray gave me a clean pass, and I scored at the forty-fourth minute. The referee blew the whistle, and it was a three-two win. Nothing has ever made me feel so proud of myself. Mr. Randall, our coach, had to convince our principal to give me a full scholarship. My dream to be an oncologist was revived more than ever.

Last summer, I had an opportunity to volunteer as a cleaner at the Texas Cancer Centre- Texas. My experience at the facility drew me closer to my future career as I interact with doctors and patients. I even made a doctor friend, Mr. Humphrey, who promised to me that if I get a chance at the medical school, he will mentor me all through to my graduation and as a registered doctor.

At the Texas center, I got a privilege to interact with several machines that are used to administer both chemotherapy and physiotherapy to cancer patients. Mr. Humphrey, my mentor, allowed me to look into a microscope, and for the first time in my life, I saw a virus with my naked eyes, and I wondered how such a minute thing could be tormenting people. I wanted to kill it with my clenched fist.

A chance to study medicine will allow me to help people who are suffering from cancer and create a world free from cancer. Free from pain.