Personal Narrative: My Growing Up Life

I learned what is involved in the admission process and referring a patient to a facility that will provided the proper level of care. Overall, these situations have showed me how easy it would be to find myself in a situation due to fear of creating a crisis or fear of a particular populations. I have confidence in my abilities; however, I understand that mistakes happen and the best way to avoid ethical dilemma is to seek supervisions and make decisions that would benefit all

Living through a significantly rough time period can be difficult on the families trying to raise one at this time, but if you live though to tell the stories it’s absolutely astonishing. My grandfather, Roger O. Schafer lived through The Great Depression, WWII, also served in the Korean war. All the memories and stories my grandpa has are mind blowing, along with saddening to thinking what my grandpa had to live through along with many other civilians trying to survive. There were many responsibilities my grandfather had to learn quickly to help his family during the depression. Sense my grandpa had to encounter many different tragic times within his lifetime, I believe he’s a better knowledgable, successful individual.

When a 17 year old boy named Ethan with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) finds himself with the lives of young children in his hands, It is up to him to save them. Will he go in or will he leave “The Door” forever. Not only leaving “The Door” but the children… leaving them to die. The Door written by: Alisyn Zigelstein As I approached the closet door I could hear the eerie chiseling noise coming from within, like nails on a chalkboard.

In those hospital visits I had become accustomed to the sights and smells of a doctor’s office that instead of reminding me of pain, comforted me. I knew from then on, that the medical field was where I was called to serve.

She started helping around the house, but when she figured out that it wasn’t much, she got a job at the fields and even though she had no experience in it she still went ahead and did it. “Mama had been strong for her. Now it was her turn to be strong for Mama. She must show her that she didn’t need to worry anymore.”(p163) Based on this quote, I can tell that she knew she had to be strong and her Mom’s sickness didn’t make her more sad than she already was, it motivated her to be strong for her mom and whatever was coming up.

The level of care that the varying healthcare professionals provided to these patients was fascinating and became intrigued to a career path in the medical field. Over the next couple of years, I narrowed the possibility

Many close relatives and friends would say she has faced many hardships on her path. These hardships taught her to become even stronger and resilient than she was before. Furthermore, these

Coming of Age “Have a good time. remember to take food out of the bottom oven, bye” my mom said. Those were the last words she said before going off into the city with my dad that night. They had left Jack, Grace, and I with our grandparents for the night.

I grew up in a very small, one stoplight, southern town. The kind of town you see in the movies, where everyone knows everyone, where neighbors become family. The kind of town where you marry your high school sweetheart, and then, later on, raise your own family in the very same place. Growing up here things were simple. Childhood afternoons were spent running barefoot through the creeks or riding bicycles with the kid next door.

Growing up as a kid, I was quite the troublemaker. I would do inappropriate things at inappropriate times and it caused me to get in trouble frequently. It didn’t matter whether or not I was in or out of school, I would continue to do obnoxious things. It could range from saying offensive words, physically hurting someone, or having zero consideration for others. At that time I felt like I didn't really know a lot about the world and it caused me to do things and ask questions later.

Rummage Sale 5:00 - 8:00pm, the red and white sign read. I took a deep breath and stepped up onto the porch. I peeked through the screen door and stared at the swarms of people pilfering through my great-grandmother’s house. I was outraged, even though I knew it was a rummage sale, and that’s what people do at rummage sales - pilfer. I took my son to play in the yard -

The first day of elementary school is a monumental memory for children and their parents. The aroma of cinnamon rolls filled the air as my mom prepared me for my first day as a kindergartener. My pink sparkly bookbag sits next to the door beside my new light up velcro tennis shoes. My mom opted to buy me the velcro shoes because she did not know how I would be able to tie my shoes utilizing only my left hand. Chris is my older brother and he was going to be starting fourth grade at Highland Elementary School.

Throughout my life I have come from and created a few identities for myself. Perhaps, the most dominant identities that have been apart of my life are being an athlete and being a family orientated man. In this paper I will write about how my identities have shaped my life. First off I believe my biggest identity is being an athlete.

"You got this" I coached myself. As I pulled myself together and got my nerves under control and opened the door. The hallway was completely black except for the dim light shining out of mom and Aaron 's room. I didn 't see anyone but could hear grunts and what sounded like someone whining out in pain. I slowly tipped toed down the hall with hopes that no one could see me and that I would be able to get a better glance and what was going on.

Behind the countless chief complaints presented to me were real people, each with a story that shaped who they were and how they had come to that point in their lives. My curiosity and patience in learning about each patient’s background helped me better treat each individual. It would have been unknown that the patient presenting with anemia and weight loss was actually a 65 year old male with chronic mesenteric ischemia, who stopped taking meals for his fear of postprandial pain, if I would have not known that he had an attack of MI five years back and his father also had similar complaints. My curiosity peaked; the more I learned, the more I wanted to learn. The experience of assisting my attending physicians in various procedures like endoscopy and colonoscopy as a resident in Gastroenterology department and echocardiography as a resident in Cardiology department, continued to challenge me to learn the art and science of medicine.