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Reflection on writing personal narrative
Reflection on writing personal narrative
Reflection on writing personal narrative
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I can remember leaving my home in Haiti with only my favorite stuffed bunny in hand as we drove to the airport. As I sat next to my sister I could see the plane leaving the only place I’ve ever known, take off across the Caribbean Sea. My dad brought his family to the United States to give us a better chance at succeeding in life. My parents have always instilled that we could not take this opportunity for granted and that no one in this country would give you handouts. As I grew up, I’ve seen my parents struggle and face many hardships that I work hard to not have to deal with in the future.
Coming here at a young age, I was fortunate enough to learn how to speak, read, and write fluent English. I was taught various methods of learning English,
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The empathy and compassion I felt with my family while growing up helped nurture me into a very kind-spirited but strong person. It’s a trait that I am thankful for but sometimes hesitant to show to not be taken advantage of. My mother often used to say that I am more like her than I am like my father we’re very passionate and spicy, but when we’re needed we often never fail to give to others. I always knew since the tender age of seven that I wanted to become a doctor to help save others. Most people end up changing their careers as they get older but I only became more specific of what kind of doctor I wanted to be. Most of my family members are Certified nursing assistants, licensed practical nurses, or registered nurses. I know they worked hard to get the education and requirements to be in those fields which is big since half of them came to America without finishing high school in Haiti. However, I want to become the first doctor in my close family and not settle for less. I want to be the first to break the mold and be different. I know that the conditions they grew up in was not the same as mine, but I owe it to them for all the hard work and ambition they showed, and instilled in me to aim for the sky and to always keep
Growing up Haitian, it’s the cultural norm for the parents to depend on the oldest to care for the youngest and household needs. At the young age of eight years old, my parents taught me responsibility and how to humble myself. They depended on me while they both worked long hours, my mother as a Certified Nursing Assistant and my father as a truck driver. When my parents were growing up in Haiti, they were the lucky ones to have the opportunity of going to school to gain an education. Haiti is a poor country and poverty is at an all-time high still to this day. So my parents strived to live the American dream and moved from Haiti to Miami and planted within my brother and me the seed to dream big and make a difference. Thanks to my family
I began my college career unsure of the path ahead of me. I knew I had a passion for medicine, however, I did not know which direction I would take. With the expansive amount of options offered within the fields of science and medicine, it was difficult to narrow down exactly what direction I wanted to take. I gained some clarity the summer of my sophomore year when I stayed at a close friend’s home, whose father, a practicing Medical Physician, became somewhat of a mentor to me. The passionate way in which he discussed the practice of medicine led me to develop an interest in pursuing a career as a physician. He explained that a career in the medical field was about responsibility, the responsibility to work with all members of the healthcare team for the well-being of the patient as well as their family
One day, my parents talked to my brothers and me about moving to United States. The idea upset me, and I started to think about my life in Mexico. Everything I knew—my friends, family, and school for the past twenty years—was going to change. My father left first to find a decent job, an apartment. It was a great idea because when we arrived to the United States, we didn’t have problems.
The world is full of people who have been on an incredible journey of some sort. It seems to be a burning desire in the adventurist’s heart to do something that they haven’t done before. There is an unexplainable satisfaction with completing the journey. The completion of an incredible journey may also cause an opposite effect. An individual may cross the finish with a hunger for more adventure or another mission. The journey can not only change one’s view of the world, but can help the adventurer to grow as a person as well. This can happen through inner or outer conflicts that a person has faced on their journey. I believe that my mission trip to Haiti was an incredible journey that left me with a thirst for more adventure and caused me to grow as a person.
As a Haitian immigrant, my parents and I would spend our family vacations in our hometown of Port-au- Prince, Haiti. I would enjoy participating in family activities such as card games, cooking, and just the quality time that we spent together. We could play these games and laugh amongst each other for hours, without a care in the world merely telling jokes and listening to the elder parables. Amongst my family I felt untouchable. Like a tree in the wind, my only cares were that of the breeze and the beauty of my foundation. In the sway of the wind I was overcome with a sense of peace.
Coming to Haiti I did not know what to expect. As soon as I stepped off the plane I was filled with mixed feelings on weather I would be able to appreciate and take in an environment that I have never stepped foot in. The air smelled different, the pace felt slower than America and the people appeared to have a communal camaraderie that I have never seen before. The sad part is, my mind was conditioned to expect Haiti to be a sloven third world country, however my time here has proven quite the opposite. I look forward to the adventures and experience awaiting to come.
If I were to go anywhere for just 12 hours it would be Tikal, Guatemala. It’s so pretty and green there with lots of unique animals like monkeys, parrots, coatis and turkeys, which you can only see at zoos in America but in Guatemala they just roam around everywhere in the jungles. The weather is very nice as well, It is always warm and very humid but it feels great. It is an awesome place to learn new things, volunteer to help people that are in poverty since it is a third world country,and it's an awesome place to relax and have a good time! Guatemala is very family friendly and people of all ages will enjoy anything you decide to do. It's very different than anything that there is in the United States.
I had known for years that I wanted to work in the health care field, but I always believed it would be as a doctor. I watched for the first few years of my brother’s life as he struggled with different health challenges such as being born premature, having croup and breathing difficulty, and speech impairment. Watching my brother struggle and then being able to overcome these difficulties, as well as seeing other children around him who were not as fortunate, really pushed me even at a young age to make a difference. My family, both immediate and extended, were very supportive, and I felt a real positive push towards working hard to achieve that goal of working in health care. In high school, I was fortunate enough to do a cooperative placement at the Peterborough Regional Health Center’s Intensive Care Unit. Through observing rounds and being in the medical setting, I truly knew this is where I wanted to
At first, my very first experience in the United States is so bored, depressed, and hopeless. It was a new journey for me, I learn a language that I had never learned before, I get bullied just because I am the only one Asian who do not speak English. However, my life has become better when I realized that the “American Dream” is possible. Well, for me, the term “American Dream” is fitting for the one who attends at school, who has confidence and hard work. It might be a dream for my generation but not my parents. I saw my parents struggle to keep my brother and I fed. They worked more than two jobs, just to help us finish our education, paying our rent, and everything. I saw them suffer in tears, to sacrificed their future to let my brother and me to get a better education and opportunities to
I remember the day that I felt a call from God to go on a mission trip, I was in seventh grade on my first retreat with my church. I was sitting in this large room with two hundred other kids in middle school, a speaker from Restore Haiti came to talk to us about what he does. I had never heard anything like it, I had never heard about third world countries, or poverty, or world hunger, or kids not being about to go to school. Within the first hour of getting home after the retreat I told my dad that I wanted to go on an international mission trip. I didn’t care where, and I didn’t care when, I just wanted to go. He emailed the missions director at our church and exactly a year later; my dad, brother, and I went to Haiti for the first time.
While we were incredibly fortunate enough to escape the war, we continued to carry the trauma and distress of war well into our time in America, as several of our friends and relatives remained in our war torn hometown. I was too young to remember the trauma caused directly from the war that my parents are doomed to live with, However the pain of having to hear my mother sobbing through the night over the death of her sister is beyond enough to remind me of the tremendous opportunities I have been given here in America. My family was extremely fortunate to escape the war, but it would not have been possible without the best resource of all, my parents. The amount of steadfast, unconditional commitment which my parents had and continue to have for our family is beyond my level of comprehension. After escaping the war my parents were dedicated to giving our family an improved life compared to the one we left in the DRC. This dedication to a higher quality of life is the reason why my siblings and I have the opportunity to attend a university and accomplish something with our
When I'm in the Dominican Republic I feel like a million bucks because I have some things my friends wish they had.For example, I have upgraded technology like an IPad Air 2, unlimited name brand clothes like Nike, Jordan, etc.However, they have a less upgraded technology, basic clothes, their school system is basic.The first time I went to Dominican Republic is when I was a few weeks old; my parents brought me to Dominican Republic to introduce me to my relatives that live there.Till this day I try to visit my relatives in Dominican Republic during my summer vacations.When I'm there my favorite thing to do is go to the park and play basketball or spend time with my family.However, I like to play basketball with my favorite cousin Nestor. We
There has been no shortage of love and loving people in my 16 years of life. Although being a relatively typical American teenager, my friends and teammates occupy most of my time and affection, the best and most real emotion I've experienced has been with members of my family. My family has provided to me the chance to experience the world outside the city limits of Kingsburg, California. I have had the opportunity to travel to Ecuador on a missions trip with my church. In anticipation of the trip I was excited about venturing to a new country but at the same time somewhat nervous to communicate with people I didn't know.
I grew up in the south-eastern part of Nigeria where both the nuclear and extended family is close-knit. The gentle but professional way my uncle, a family physician took care of any ill member of our family resonated early in my life and I wanted to be a doctor like him. I always looked forward to going to his small practice during which I would ask him as many questions as my young mind could muster about medicine. After I gained admission into medical school, the journey from the pre-clinical years of understanding how the human body functions to the clinical years of seeing how that fund of knowledge transformed a sick person’s life caused me to gain a deep respect for the profession. I enjoyed all my rotations and learned so much from them. However, my first day in the medical ward remains indelible in my mind. The empathic way my
Ever since I can remember, I have always dreamt of a career in medicine. I have always had a passion of saving others people's lives. Being a doctor is meant for me because I love taking the time throughout my day to make a difference in people's lives. I am willing to further my education for an extended amount of time just to fulfill my dreams of becoming a doctor. Others want to become a doctor because of money or prestige, I want to become a doctor to help the people that are ill. My grandmother, who has been suffering from Cancer for 3 years is recovering from therapy. Even though, she experiences skin problems frequently, the doctors are still doing everything in their power to help her recover. Her hair have started to grow back and she is back to her normal self. This is one of the reasons why I want to be a doctor. When one is a doctor, people look up to that individual when they are at their weakest point. When they have no one else a doctor helps maintain a sense of hope for the patient and his or her family. I will be honored to say that I will be the person people turn t...