A Philanthropist is someone who donates time, money, experience, skills or talent to assist others In generating a happy and better life. Will I term myself philanthropic? I have a great desire to creating happiness In everyone around me, the urge to bring a smile to someone’s face. Be it by lending a helping hand, or building solutions. To be able to achieve this, I had seen it fit to fulfil my desires In the medical field. My numerous experiences have geared me; I want to become a physician.
My aunt will forever be my greatest inspiration. There was an older woman, by the name Anna who was my aunt’s patient. She used to travel from the outskirts to aunt’s place to get her medications, an hour-long drive. The cost of going all the way seemed to be quite expensive for her, so she decided to maintain a healthy lifestyle with the hope of overcoming the illness. A year later, my aunt became curious about her patient’s whereabouts since she didn’t see her anymore, and she knew the effects of not using those medications on her health. Curiosity soon graduated to a big concern. One afternoon, she requested me to join her; she knew of my desires to help people. So we arrived at Tehrai an hour and a half later, since we passed through the stores to get the woman something. On arrival, she welcomed us with a smiley face, although pale, but it was full, with teary eyes, she pecked my aunt on the cheeks. Indeed she was glad we came. It was noticeable that her health had deteriorated big time. It was now upon my aunt to save the lady. She now delivered the medications to her every month. During such visits, I discovered a massive change in her health; it was getting better and better, thanks to the drugs and my aunt’s willingness to help those In need. She set the humanitarian standards up high, where I always want to reach, and surpass.
I had an encounter with an amnesia patient In the department of geriatrics. Her name was Mary; i attended to her in her darkroom. I bent a little it to talk to her since she poised tired and very fragile to me. In Farsi, I calmly informed her that she should take her medications to feel better. I was met by silence, not that I expected any answer. I engaged her by talking about her family; she cried. Seeing Mary in that state broke my heart, she needed a shoulder to lean on. I gave her words of encouragement and assurance until she was relaxed. She started dozing off. I was glad at least I have managed to console a soul. I stretched my head, since I had bent for twenty minutes, she held me tight and smiled. An assurance that I have touched a life. This is the reason I live for; I want to reach more and more lives. I want to give hope to the hopeless, more reason as to why I will become a physician.
In the paediatric department, I got to witness a lot that increased my desires. A two-year-old boy, who I later discovered was called Kevin, walked In with his parents. Tonsillitis had taken the better part of a normal jovial boy’s energy, he was in pain, evident from her mother’s eyes, who could do anything to restore the boy’s health. The paediatrician took charge and was aimed at restoring Kevin’s health; his body language proved so. A wave of relief was filled in the room after Kevin started feeling better. The mood from the dad, who earlier on was transfixed, to the mother, changed to happy In no time. That was a priceless moment for me. It pushed my interest in becoming a physician way farther. The United Arab Emirates, however, wasn’t the right country to fulfil this dream, because of inadequate opportunities and resources. As a result, after high school, my younger sister and I immigrated to the U.S. alone, with me as her caretaker.
My desire to create an impact led me to a particular experience where I handled a baby, Hunter, who was to undergo a hearing screening. The baby was held tight by her mother, beside her, were worried members of their family who couldn’t hide their emotions. All eyes were on me, as they waited hopefully to see a difference. I was all sweaty, hoping for the best as this was the final screening. I gave them a positive face, assuring them of positive feedback. More so, to the baby’s brother who was crying, I gave him hopes that everything will soon be okay. Luckily, everything went well; a sigh of relief swept the room. My confidence In fulfilling my dream of being a physician skyrocketed. I want to bring comfort to society.
I have a dream, a dream of establishing free health centres in the U.S. and In countries that are unfortunate not to receive proper health services. I want to deal directly with my patients, diagnosing and treating them, restoring better health and hope in people. This legacy will stand the test of times. Decades and decades will experience a touch of philanthropy through my dream.