I often get asked the question why I chose to pursue a profession in medicine, specifically a physician. Well let’s start with the background story. I was always close to my paternal grandfather. He was born and raised in India, and he lived there his entire life. My grandfather was a farmer and philanthropist. Some of my fondest memories visiting India included him. From getting me ice cream before dinner to admiring the fields of crops he grew, my grandfather was a wonderful man. Often, people called him the “man of miracles” due to his servant heart. The last time I saw him, I had just finished my junior year of high school. Fast forward a few years to my freshman year of college, I was sleeping peacefully until my mom woke me up in tears. She said, “Come on, your dad needs you; we need each other.” He passed away. I couldn’t believe it; it wasn’t real. I had just spoken with him on the phone a few days ago, and he was doing so well. How? Why? It didn’t seem fair.
What I remember most and what I will always keep close to my heart is this: before he passed away, he told me to pursue a career in which I felt the joy he felt helping people. He always said losing yourself in the service of others is the key to happiness.
To my grandfather: I hope I’ve made you proud of me. I can’t wait to receive my MD—you were my inspiration! Thank you for always being supportive of my dreams—I won’t let you down!
