It was a cold Sunday morning as my mother and I headed into church. Once inside, we listened to the announcements and to our shock, there was a refugee couple that had just arrived from Cuba and needed help. We immediately went to talk to them and asked if they felt comfortable with us helping them, which they were ecstatic about. Over the next couple of weeks we helped them find an apartment, jobs, and house necessities.
I had few opportunities where I shadowed a medical translator and was able to see cares for non-English speaking patients. Through this experience I become aware that often, language barrier can be a major factor when it comes to people seeking healthcare. Even though nowadays most hospitals have free language assistance by phone or by video screen, I noticed that people would rather have someone who they trusted physically present or the provider be the same language speaker as them. When these measures weren’t met, I found that the patients gave up or postponed their healthcare needs which sometimes led to an unfortunate outcome. Personally growing up, I translated for my
I remembered the day when my mom was sick, and she went to hospital. She got herself cut by the door, and it was bleeding so much. The way Nurse talked to my mom was really great. Nurse do everything to make patient feel better. Nevertheless, nurses listen to patient every time when they become angry.
I have gained clinical experience, have stronger intrapersonal and interpersonal competencies that have helped me grow as prospective medical student and as a person. Since July 2014, I volunteer as the lead Spanish/English interpreter at the UCSD Student-Run Free Clinic, where I have had the opportunity of gaining clinical experience by assisting, shadowing and learning from medical students and physicians. This has also allowed me to have a greater experience with patients, especially from underserved communities. This volunteer opportunity has allowed me to strengthen my awareness of others’ needs and feelings, my desire to alleviate others’ distress, my ability to listen effectively, and my cultural competence. I have also learned how to
Therefore, I think a second language is vital as time goes on for the future of healthcare providers to become culturally
Ever since I was young I have always enjoyed lending a hand to someone, I felt needed support in one way or the other, and this passion of mine helped shape what the future may hold for me on a rainy summer night after my soccer game. It was on a Tuesday night around 11.15pm when my soccer game ended, I ran straight to the men’s washroom because I was dying to use the toilet. Unfortunately for me, I took too long and missed my only ride home; they must have thought I had another ride home. I became bewildered about what to do next then, I thought about giving my mother a call. I reached into my bag for my phone and tried turning it on but, it was unresponsive
I am a failure is all I could think. To say that my education was spiraling out of control would be an understatement. Efforts were not focused on improving myself through knowledge, and I certainly paid no attention to the subordination to my pedagogical superiors. My grades were suffering, I gave no prudence to my future, and whatever energy I had left after my tomfoolery was concentrated to embellishing a facade of aplomb. But, I am not here to brood over my past mistakes and failures; I am here to enlighten them, illuminating my transformation from a distracted child to a self-driven young adult.
Ever since I was a child, I had always taken pleasure in bettering the lives of others. I distinctly remember an instance of this when I was in second grade. My mother had hurt her foot, and I immediately went to work. I examined her foot and deduced that it was hurt. I remember feeling like a genius after my diagnosis.
It was a hot summer day in Atlanta, unlike no other, but it was the day that my life changed. My childish screams of pain occupied the air of every house in the neighborhood while my blood flowed out of my head into a kiddie pool. I had jumped headfirst from a blue porch railing into the kiddie pool sitting in my driveway and after passing out, I awoke in my mothers lap with a towel pressed against my head and I was immediately filled with disappointment. Lying there covered in blood, tears, and shock, I realized that I could no longer be a Power Ranger.
1. 1b. Genetically, both of my parents are quiet people. Especially my mother, she does not like to talk too much, and can sit on the same place to watch TV or read a book for the whole day. She passed on me her quiet gene, so that I could be quiet like her.
One day me and a boy was arguing because he was making fun of me . I told him to shut his freaking mouth so he called my mom a b word . I got in his face and started calling him names. he got mad to and got back in my face. So we was going to fight and the asistant principal got in the way and grab my arm
“Wake up, you are going to be late for school,” my mom said as I lay half awake in my bed. “I will get ready in a few minutes,” now wide awake, I said. The first thing I did was when I got out of my bed was check my phone to see what time it was. It was about 7:20, 10 minutes past the usually time I wake up. Next, I scampered to the bathroom to take a shower.
“There is no need for you to be so stressed, just relax,” my parents told me. I’ve heard those words so many times it has become an echo. Their body language shows indifference in the way they brush it off as no big deal and how their body position stays the same. They don’t lean in attentively or reach their hand out to comfort me. I can’t be stressed, but I’m expected to reach the high standards my parents hold for me.
I came as a counselor to National Youth Leadership Training expecting to teach kids to be the next generation of young leaders. I was dead wrong. Not only did I fail to build and form cohesive leaders, they taught me more than I could have ever taught them. My first teacher was Brendan. In the middle of one of the lectures, I noticed that he wasn’t there.
Since I was young, I have been passionate about lending a hand, to a person I felt needed support and this passion helped shape what my future may hold. An event happened that has been instrumental in developing my character and guiding my choices ever since. It was a late summer night and it was almost midnight when my soccer game ended, After the game, I ran into the washroom because I was dying to ease myself. I took an excessive time and missed my ride home; they must have thought I had another ride home. My situation made me become bewildered at what to do next then, I thought to myself on giving my mother a call.
