My Workout Experience
My grandfather was a military trauma surgeon. My parents used to tell me the story of how he saved many lives during the Second World War. I was fascinated to see his name in the Martyr Hall of Honor. At a grass root level this was my childhood inspiration of being a Doctor. I have travelled and studied in my places in the world, namely: Qatar, India, Oman, UK, and Canada. In each of these countries I saw a diverse cultural community. My exposure to people from all these countries led to be open minded and considerate to different cultures. Each of these countries had a different degree of health criticality, but all of them viewed and respected the work of a physician as a miracle worker. At the age of 12, when I was in the Middle East I saw
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On my way, all of my workout imposed body pain alleviates as my muscles relax. I then enter into the Hospital and as I walk toward the ER I am filled with a void of unhappiness. I witness rows of patients on stretchers lining the hospital hallways. I see excruciating pain on each patient’s face, posture, and helpless stare’s as they watch me walk by. Many of these patients feel trapped sitting in their wheelchairs, unable to live a free life. This make me think that it is just unfair that I am able to workout while these patients around me can barely move. My compassion creates an instinctive drive in me to help these people in relieving their physical agony. I ask them if they need water, warm blankets, or just someone to talk to. As a volunteer, I can only offer these patients a mental support system of care. I truly want to help them like the doctors in the hospital. Therefore, every week my aspiration of becoming a doctor grows stronger.
After a hectic weekday of university, lab work, and volunteering; I usually walk back home by myself. This gives me time to reflect on my future goals and aspirations. I know that the path to becoming a good surgeon has no fixed distance and is a process of continuous learning. Nevertheless, it is the only path that I am most eager to undertake as I feel most passionate and prepared to work for, entirely commit myself to, and religiously follow to accomplish whatever it may require of
On my way, all of my workout imposed body pain alleviates as my muscles relax. I then enter into the Hospital and as I walk toward the ER I am filled with a void of unhappiness. I witness rows of patients on stretchers lining the hospital hallways. I see excruciating pain on each patient’s face, posture, and helpless stare’s as they watch me walk by. Many of these patients feel trapped sitting in their wheelchairs, unable to live a free life. This make me think that it is just unfair that I am able to workout while these patients around me can barely move. My compassion creates an instinctive drive in me to help these people in relieving their physical agony. I ask them if they need water, warm blankets, or just someone to talk to. As a volunteer, I can only offer these patients a mental support system of care. I truly want to help them like the doctors in the hospital. Therefore, every week my aspiration of becoming a doctor grows stronger.
After a hectic weekday of university, lab work, and volunteering; I usually walk back home by myself. This gives me time to reflect on my future goals and aspirations. I know that the path to becoming a good surgeon has no fixed distance and is a process of continuous learning. Nevertheless, it is the only path that I am most eager to undertake as I feel most passionate and prepared to work for, entirely commit myself to, and religiously follow to accomplish whatever it may require of