My Dream Di Zhou

Twelve years from now, I hope to be a surgeon in a well-reputed hospital. Whether it's stitching up a wound or performing spinal cord operation, I will receive great satisfaction in knowing that every minute and hour of my job is dedicated to helping others. I want to be one of a few selected people who have been fortunate enough to be given the chance to use cutting edge technology such as implanting an artificial heart in a patient. The responsibility of taking care of another human being is great but an immense blessing.

Perhaps it's the family genes that have somehow turned most of my family into scientists and doctors or the late hours watching E.R, imagining myself as a doctor has always been the ultimate achievement to me. Yet, the one event that made me really consider being a doctor was the death of my grandpa when I was nine years old. To see him lying there in the hospital strapped to the IV lines and restrained to the bed brought my idyllic world crashing down. I remembered rushing to his side and staring at those dark piercing eyes looking back at me but unresponsively. In my nine year old mindset, I crossed my fingers and thought that he would be out of the hospital soon to take me to the park again....