On a life-changing night in eighth grade, my brother, Henry, attempted to commit suicide. At that moment, my goals in high school all appeared to be halted; I was faced with the responsibility to care of him and my traumatized mother. However, I finally began to appreciate Henry.
For the first two years of high school, my time was increasingly devoted to my family. Every day, I would visit him in the hospital, bringing him home-cooked meals and helping him change. I would walk from my middle school to ValleyCare Hospital, conjuring up adventures along the way to entertain Henry. If he were asleep, I would be his guardian angel, doing my homework while carefully watching for any signs of discomfort. I could not lose him again.
By sharing a deeper connection with my brother, I had molded my passion for the people who needed a guiding hand. I began to dedicate hours toward what I wanted to become: a doctor. After witnessing my brother’s tragedy, I truly want the medical knowledge necessary to make a change. Thus, I began volunteering at Pleasanton’s ValleyCare hospital. Even more, by shadowing surgeons, I observed dedicated interactions and operations physicians conduct with their patients. Now as a student at USC, I am volunteering at various clinics and after-school daycare, watching out for anyone who needs someone. Through my experiences, I communicated with patients and came to understand some of their inner struggles. Witnessing my brother’s courageous return, I am now strong enough to embrace the future with a resolute sense of hope and purpose.