I truly admire the qualities of physicians, and it has been these qualities that have inspired me to pursue the lifestyle known as medicine. My earliest experiences with anaphylaxis instilled in me awe for this amazing class of human beings. I was impressed by their ability to use knowledge to save lives in real time, and through the advancement of the medicine via research. A recurring quality trait I noticed among the physicians was the willingness of self-sacrifice to be in service of others. Even if the sacrifices were great, such as only spending time with your family twice a month or missing your son’s baseball games, they treaded the path because they understood a greater calling. My mentors understood that they held people’s lives in their hands, and this great responsibility superseded personal lifestyle preference.
From my experiences, I’ve realized that practice of medicine is a duty. Someone has given you his/her well-being. It’s a calling that one takes upon himself/herself to reduce suffering of those with disease. However, why would anyone want to take on the responsibility of another’s well being? Especially if it means sacrificing their own quality of life. From what I’ve seen, there seems to be a metaphysical basis in the endeavor of medicine. The stereotypical physician seems to be a particular type of person. This person can only derive true fulfillment through reducing the suffering of others; it seems that other activities in life are unable to parallel the joy of curing someone’s disease. I can relate to these people because I also can’t stand seeing others suffer.
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