Personal Narrative: My Life As A Physical Therapist

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My alarm was blaring at six-thirty A.M., and the bright sun was shining through the curtains. I started my daily routine - shower, eat breakfast, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Around seven-thirty, I send my beautiful kids off to school with loving hugs and waves good-bye. I pack a lunch for myself and kiss my handsome husband good-bye before we both leave our house to go into the city. I devote my life to my family; everything that I do is to better them and myself. When my father died, I was only twelve years old; I learned at a young age to be able care for myself, my mother, my brother, and all my friends. I realized that family is the most important part of my life; I know that I will be there for them and they will be there for me through every up and every down. On my way to work, I sip my coffee while sitting in bumper to bumper traffic on the interstate. As I make my way into the city, the tall, shiny buildings surround me, and I take in the atmosphere with a smile. Ever since the day I stepped foot into the city, I fell in love. The hustle and bustle, …show more content…

That’s what makes being a Physical Therapist so great; the atmosphere is always positive because everyone is trying to improve, even if a little help is needed. I use the knowledge I learned in college and even when I was a patient to give my patients the best care possible for their specific injuries. When my patients are finally recovered, I get an amazing feeling because I helped them get back on their feet, sometimes literally. I was once in the shoes of my patients. The summer before eleventh grade, I broke my ankle and I was determined to get better as fast as I could. My therapists helped me get back in the game as quickly as possible because they cared for me. The therapists at Coordinated Health, one mile from my homestead, truly made a difference in my life, and I want to do the same for