QUICK! I need input on my personal statement.

This is FAR from complete but I need input on the direction that it's taking.

My parent’s sometimes tell me a story of my young childhood – I drew them a crayon picture of a storefront that read, “Joshua’s Love Bakery”. I told them that I wanted to bake bread for poor people and hand out the loaves on the street.

During high school, I was fortunate enough to meet a professional in the medical field who shaped many of my current views of medicine. I had always been a bright student with a keen interest in science, and my family physician, Dr. Grant, suggested that I join him for his shifts at the local Emergency Center at our small town hospital. He allowed me to wear scrubs, carry his clipboard and address patients with him. He showed me basic medical procedure and had a wonderful bedside manner. The care he showed for his patients left a lasting impression on me. But it was when Dr. Grant saved a young boy from a near fatal brain hemorrhage that I’m sure I was most influenced.

I was shadowing Dr. Grant one slow Monday evening, when a 16 year old boy was brought into the emergency room by his mother. He had not picked his sister up from school and could not remember what he did all afternoon. The boy showed no signs of injury or illness. Over a two hour period, we asked the young man a series of questions, ordered tests, and urged the boy’s family to contact those that might know more about his injury. Finally, as Dr. Grant sat with the Nurse Radiologist, he noticed something strange on the computer monitor. He pointed it out to me, and quickly ordered a helicopter. Our small hospital had no facilities for brain surgery, and he was carried to a large children’s hospital about 40 miles away. The boy, as we later learned from his mother, had been playing baseball and hit his head sliding into a base. The broken blood vessel would have caused permanent brain damage, or even killed him, had Dr. Grant not found it that night. I was only 11 months older than this boy.

I first applied to colleges with the idea that I would enjoy research biology. “The lab” had always been extremely fascinating to me. During my experience at Marquette University, my education in history led me to explore the world. I focused my studies on diverse cultures, especially women’s history in Africa and Asia. I researched political and religious themes in the Xhosa of South Africa and developed theses based on constituents’ personal experiences. It was this method of historiography that really spurred my interest in world health and infectious disease. I have always been interested in world events, and have an enthusiastic desire to travel.
When I prioritize my interests, there are always a few that far exceed the others. I want to help people directly. I am eager to make a difference.

I been in the right place, but it must have been a wrong time.

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Lot's o lot A LOT happening. OH And that's a Dr. John lyric. Song title really, check him out. New Orleans power. Whut whut. (the "right place, wrong time" is the song, not lots and whatever ) . If you happen to be checking out Dr. John right now, also look for Shithouse Blues. It's a classic.

I've decided to skip grammar and punctuation for brevity. Pardon my messy mind. ( Pronouced Meesy Mend)

Work good. Fire bad. Money is awesome but I'm still sweeping floors in Wentzville, which I explained to the 17 year old supermodel with the crush. Gas is KILLING me. My politics involve Drunk Lee ( read: Super intelligent step-mother + bottle of wine) every once in a while and whenever I get sick enough of my CDs to listen to NPR. She just passed her Series 24(23?). Also listening to country. Yes. Country. And He said it was Good. And it was Good. Med school apps got pushed back once more. I fainted at the sight of blood, in the emergency room, and the male nurse laughed at me. And then the doctor laughed at me when I told him I wanted to go to Med School. Hurmph. I haven't cut my toenails in two weeks becasue I want to get a peticure. My sweetie said she needs to get pregnant soon because she's afriad of the elevated risk of breast cancer in fourteen years. Meanwhile she is afraid of commiting to a class schedule next semester because her job might change. I love her so much. My dad treats me like a roommate, son, employee, and pupil all at the same time. I have a CD that I can sing EVERY WORD to at volume. It's only 10 songs but one of them is by My Chemical Romance and one is in Spanish. That's nothing to shake a stick at. If I leave my house and turn the player off everytime I am on the phone, the CD plays through exactly ONCE before I get to Karens. That's mysterious. I have not taken a shit on anyones floor. I got in a fight with my boss, though, because my gravy is better than his and hes washed up. "Plus," he says. "You clean too much." So much for no punctuation. Punctuated equlibrium, thats what Carl Sagan says. I mean Stephen J. Gould. Using the phrase "fruitless enterprise" and the explanation I gave for not swatting flies outside got me a hug. Weird. OH so I gave the so-called-drinker at work a backdraft. He got halfway through and asked for a coke. sucka. That's what you get for messing with Milwaukee. Speaking of, download one country song if you will. The only one ever. I suggest "Honkytonk Badonkadonk" by Trace Adkins. Or theres one that I don't know the name of about this guy who can't drink until he moves to Milwaukee. That's me! And.... I'm out.