I do not need critiquing but wanted to share my PS so others could see mine for an example. Let me know what you think.
Crack! It was the sound of Jim’s sternum splintering under my body weight pressing against his chest - the sound I can never forget. It’s early Sunday and a series of powerful thuds strike my front door causing the dog to bark and our newborn to cry. There were only 3 words I needed to hear as I opened the door to my neighbor, “Jim is coding!”. I rushed over to Jim’s porch and assumed the proper position from my CPR training while Jim’s sister called 911. My CPR instructor advised we pick a song to manage rhythmic timing until help would arrive and take over. In my mind, “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees was on repeat. “One, two, three, four”- the look of shock on the surrounding faces gave me the strength to manually pump Jim’s chest in order to keep him alive until EMS relived me. Ten minutes after initiating CPR, the paramedic calls for time of death. I gave it everything I had.
Bang. Three thousand pounds of metal traveling at 45 miles per hour slam into a ten foot brick structure on Valentine’s night. The traffic in downtown Savannah, Georgia is busier than usual and the mangled wreckage of the two door pickup is blocking a four-way intersection. Without hesitation I yell out to the stopped crowd to call 911, as a witness and I run to examine the crash site. We quickly see an older African American male is wrapped over the steering wheel with the smell of burning coolant filling our nostrils. The man grunts in pain as blood trickles down a deep gash from his left eyebrow. The witness who ran up with me introduces himself aloud as off-duty EMS and begins to takes action while he instructs me to follow his lead. As a result of the injured male not wearing his seat belt, we are able to adjust his body to lie across the seating of his truck. I am instructed to maintain his cervical spine in neutral until help arrives. Trembling with fear and adrenaline I obey as the sirens howling in the distance draw near.
Click. The door closes behind me as I follow the doctor into a patient’s room with Dr. Pimanova. She introduces me to her patient, requesting permission in order for me to stay in the room during the examination as part of my shadowing experience. The patient who is tense and rigid in the exam chair shyly nods in agreement. Before walking in the room Dr. Pimanova mentions that the patient speaks Russian and we might be able to provide an extra layer of comfort by conversing in the language. As if a switch is flicked, the patient becomes more relaxed. She reveals how the language barrier has made life difficult since immigrating to America. A thorough and highly personalized exam is completed in way that is on the patient’s terms. As we walk out of the room, the patient tells us that we have made her day.
These experiences are only a glimpse of how I can describe the feelings and passion I have caring for others. It all started at very young age for me and my family of 6 immigrating from Russia nearly 30 years ago. I am the first in my family to graduate with a bachelor’s degree and in doing so, fulfilling the dreams my parents had for me coming to this country. Doing so cost me my first taste of true sacrifice as I had to balance 2 full-time jobs, with school, and a growing family that was now up to 10 people. It was in this sacrifice that I learned and embraced that helping others did not always have to come in the form of medicinal treatment. It would be through my engaged professors and mentors in the clinics and rehabilitation facilities that sculpted me into someone who could combine the application of medicine with compassion.
Over the past 10 years I have had the privilege of working and volunteering in a variety of positions, from being a physical therapy technician to a medical assistant for an orthopedic surgeon that aligned my aptitude with my career ambitions. After shadowing a physician assistant, I fell in love with how they naturally combine their versatility and compassion in the healthcare environment. Between my own personal experiences trying to save lives outside a medical setting and the personalized moments I’ve shared with several physician’s assistants, I’m ready to commit the training necessary to make this a life-long career.
I’m ready to apply all that I am towards this program that is designed to mold and mature my instincts for a career in medicine. It’s one thing to live through any experience where you can save a life; it’s my passion entirely to transform that experience into my career. Becoming a physician assistant is the next step in my career journey. I plan to make the most of everything I learn so that others can always feel the same level of comfort and care my heroes and mentors have shown their patients – your health and well-being matter and I will always work to protect it. If I can add that extra layer to patient care by relating to them more personally because we share a similar heritage, I feel like I’ve really found a natural niche in my calling.