The scent of fish stings my nose as I walk into my grandparents’ house. Around the corner, past the living room, my parents break down as we enter my grandpa’s room. My grandpa is hooked up to a machine, covering his entire lower body and makes a loud ring sound constantly. Three years ago, my grandpa had a spine surgery. Unfortunately, a side effect followed – he lost control over his legs and gives him pain 24 hours a day. He traveled across Korea to get examined by the best of the best doctors, but in the end, they could not undo what already has been done. I knew then and there – watching my grandpa suffer – I wanted to study health science.
This opened my eyes to a whole new perspective. In this world, there are so many people like my grandpa, people who are living an uncomfortable life. Nick Vujicic came into this world without arms or legs; however, his lips are always shaped like the bottom half of a circle, never ceasing to smile. Looking at these people inspires me to work harder to give them a little more comfort. …show more content…
Looking back at my grandpa’s incident, I realized my inner self of aiding others when they are in need; furthermore, I have always been interested in studying pathogens and viruses. In my biology class, we researched about how many germs are at the tip of our finger tips by simply tapping a petri dish with the tip of our fingers. Then, we would let the bacteria grow for about two weeks by keeping them at a warm, ideal temperature. At the end of the two weeks, the petri dish was black in the middle section as if someone had colored it with a permanent marker. This simple petri dish captivated me to study pathogens and
This opened my eyes to a whole new perspective. In this world, there are so many people like my grandpa, people who are living an uncomfortable life. Nick Vujicic came into this world without arms or legs; however, his lips are always shaped like the bottom half of a circle, never ceasing to smile. Looking at these people inspires me to work harder to give them a little more comfort. …show more content…
Looking back at my grandpa’s incident, I realized my inner self of aiding others when they are in need; furthermore, I have always been interested in studying pathogens and viruses. In my biology class, we researched about how many germs are at the tip of our finger tips by simply tapping a petri dish with the tip of our fingers. Then, we would let the bacteria grow for about two weeks by keeping them at a warm, ideal temperature. At the end of the two weeks, the petri dish was black in the middle section as if someone had colored it with a permanent marker. This simple petri dish captivated me to study pathogens and