“Gracias Doctor,” she said to me and smiled. I quickly tried explaining my role as a medical student in accordance to the hierarchy before she abruptly interjected in a disapproved tone, humbly saying, “You are a very good human being which makes you a very caring doctor.” I didn’t quite understand it at first since I was just in my first year of medical school taking her vitals at the university clinic. However, as the years pass and I was given more responsibilities on the care team, the same sentiments resonated amongst subsequent patients I was caring for. I always aspired to become a doctor, so given the opportunity to attend medical school became a privilege that I must have projected on to them with my outward joy. To be fair, maybe the fact I was a foreigner …show more content…
Kitts, a country where communities are very family-oriented, I would have been disciplined at home if I dare not salute my neighbors in my daily commute to school. My entire family’s name would be tarnished for the sake of six-year-old Daffydd’s blatant disrespect of not saying “Good Morning” to Mrs. Sargeant. I never lacked this basic yet forgotten courtesy as a child, which now embodies me as a good team player, mindful to represent my team with respect. Then some five years later, my father died. Experiencing his death at an early age and all the aftermath emotions uniquely molded me into a more compassionate individual who then truly began to understand the importance of human life. As a mature boy, my peers described me as polite, humble, and very respectful; someone they can confide in. This is who I am. Migrating to Miami, Florida for undergraduate, followed by Guadalajara, Mexico for medical school, I easily adapted to new environments/situations; in essence, because of what life experiences have taught me. Given any circumstance, I assure you I am equipped with the caring physician trait, experienced by my previous patients, to succeed in your