Sample Admission Essay for Medical School
I found most people, especially males, think that as a massage therapist I have a fun time doing my job massaging women who indulge themselves in a day spa. True, I have worked in such kind of a place but this is not the motivation that drove me into this career when I started. Women do not necessarily make the bulk of my clientele at present. Most of them as in need of my service due to varying medical conditions they are into. It is an honor to be doing something to provide people with a soothing massage to relieve them from a stressful busy life.
A middle-aged woman whose lower body’s half from waist down got paralyzed as a result of a stroke is a client I am most concerned with recently. She’s in the advance stage of paralysis and wheelchair bound. My massage, I know, would be making a difference for her, and I am hoping that it will improve her mobility and outlook on her situation. I am desperate for not being able to do more for her, as well as all other people who enter the doors of the clinic I serve. This, and my growing interest to the human body’s ability to self-heal, is the motivation that drove me to apply admission to medical school.
I view this plan to enter medical school, and hopefully I will pass the qualifications for admission, as the fulfillment of this dream. My family, which belongs to the strata of blue-collar workers, views graduating from college as something only a miracle can make happen. I was born in the United States to parents of Turkish-American lineage. At a time when I am about to enter high school, my family moved back to Turkey. While there, I saw how well off we are in America, where high quality health care and education is accessible, even to us who belong to a lower socio-economic class. We were very fortunate to live in an affluent, well-populated neighborhood. Turkey is obviously a poorer country compared to the United States, and we did not have the amenities we use to enjoy when we are still there. But the beauty of Turkey’s pastoral land and the generosity of the people are simply captivating. Until one day, my grandmother who helped raise me suddenly became seriously ill. She has been living on dialysis over the past 13 years, and I know perfectly that the local facilities in Tukey lacked the capacity to help her out of the situation the way we can back home in the U.S. After a rapid kidney failure, she died. Her death left me a nagging thought that what happened was wrong, and I have high hopes that someday I could do something to make a difference, especially those like us who are not blessed with much wealth to afford an expensive health care.
After finishing high school in Turkey, I went back to the United States to enter college. Although lagging behind my fellow freshmen in most subjects, I had to devote much of my time in the first year to catch up. My passion and determination to prove to my family that I can do as much as anyone else in my studies. I am proud to have graduated with honors. My work as a massage therapist helped me understand the human body better, and also my keen interest to dig deeper into the medical sciences molded be as a better student of the healing art. My goal of serving low-income areas and possibly serve the least of my people in Turkey has move closer.
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