Throughout my short time on earth and while living in America and abroad
Throughout my short time on earth and while living in America and abroad, it had become painfully obvious that there are an inordinate amount of people who do not have access to quality affordable health care. Among these, too many lack either the knowledge or the will to make preventative health care one of their priorities in life. This has made the need to be accessible as a health care provider as well as an educator a must. But the story does not begin here, oddly enough. The calling stretches back so far that a journey in time is all that exists to bring the reality into view.
As a long anxious night released its duty to the dawn, it was as if the other shoe finally dropped. We were leaving again. I was six years old and this time we were headed to Florida. As my mother squeezed my brother and I together while hailing a cab, my only utterance was, “here we go, again”.
We moved around frequently because my parents found it hard to find employment sufficient for sustaining a family. At the age of 16, I started my first job which gave way to the practice of juggling both school and work simultaneously. I commuted over 25 miles to school and the decline of the health of my parents and grandparents, health issues of my husband and issues of my sister. These stressors are reflected in my grades. However, I am strong a tenacious person and there is nothing that will deter me from my goals.
I met Dr. Joel when I was just a child. He would serve as the model for the doctor that I wanted to become. His compassion gave way to a welcome and easy dialogue during our visits. He understood what my family and I were going through. Dr. Joel welcomed my father openly and put his soul at ease by empathizing with the political turmoil in Haiti. I then understood what it takes to be an effective doctor; it takes trust, friendship, understanding and communication.
Recently I shadowed Dr. Eugene, a Haitian-American Internist, in a disadvantaged part of Florida. There,
As a long anxious night released its duty to the dawn, it was as if the other shoe finally dropped. We were leaving again. I was six years old and this time we were headed to Florida. As my mother squeezed my brother and I together while hailing a cab, my only utterance was, “here we go, again”.
We moved around frequently because my parents found it hard to find employment sufficient for sustaining a family. At the age of 16, I started my first job which gave way to the practice of juggling both school and work simultaneously. I commuted over 25 miles to school and the decline of the health of my parents and grandparents, health issues of my husband and issues of my sister. These stressors are reflected in my grades. However, I am strong a tenacious person and there is nothing that will deter me from my goals.
I met Dr. Joel when I was just a child. He would serve as the model for the doctor that I wanted to become. His compassion gave way to a welcome and easy dialogue during our visits. He understood what my family and I were going through. Dr. Joel welcomed my father openly and put his soul at ease by empathizing with the political turmoil in Haiti. I then understood what it takes to be an effective doctor; it takes trust, friendship, understanding and communication.
Recently I shadowed Dr. Eugene, a Haitian-American Internist, in a disadvantaged part of Florida. There,