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Orthopedic surgeon fled Vietnam at age fourteen Old Lady works full-time and rescues children in between My doctor doesn't know mother died from a complication of this surgery
Healers in tow with a golden arrow and bow Perfect and steady, always at the ready Their hands are accustomed to removing tumors Commanding the operating room while obliterating rumors
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
It was always clean. The smell of sanitizer suffocating the air. When I see her, she is constantly smiling in that taunting "I am better than you" way I wait and wait and wait.
pastel colors brush the sky as water color memories fall on my cheeks the sun sets on all things even dreams i must wake and realize i am sick i am dying i have to leave breathe.
Relief (Heartless) September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday He’s a book with boxes Analytical machine with no off switch He’s got a checklist And I'm on it
The Question September 10, 2018 ~ Monday I came to get help Not to get hurt And every time you make a move
Dear Doctor, Since day 23 of the pain, my body has been new land. You have colonized me, in every way known to man,
Everytime I see the doctor, I pretend to be who they want me to, Or who they think I am. For I know if I tell them, They'd invalidate me instead: "You are female." "Forget about it."
Firefighters help in many ways Putting out the fires everyday To keep us safe throughout the day Firefighters helps us every day Doctors help in many ways Looking at patients every day
<p>I'm no longer in step like a marching band member off his countsI'm no longer in the program like a singer cut from the choirI'm no longer in the loop like a roller coaster off of its tracksI'm no longer with the conventional crowd anymor
It is foreign to me, like entering a class room for the first time. I do not know what to expect and I fear the unknowingness of it all.
The story of a doctor My downfall is I can't not help someone tie my hands, and I'll break free cause we gotta fight for what we love
I’d like to tell you about – But I can’t. I shouldn’t go around telling people – It probably wouldn’t interest you anyway. I should probably just go, before I accidentally tell you –
As a freshman, awesome meant passing a test without studying. As a sophomore, awesome meant getting invited to an upperclassmen party. As a junior, awesome meant getting a promposal with the football captain.
The Doctor runs through time and spaceSometimes alone, sometimes with a friendNow and then he gets a different faceAnd his companions always leave him in the end
Growing up, surrounded by relatives in the medical field
My doctor, happens to reside Opposite the road ten strides. So conveniently I asked His service when my lung collapsed A horrid accident and gruesome And not as like this awful twosome
What disease has plagued us causing generous people to become so treacherous? Is it poverty, obesity, or something with the heart
After making incisions around the scalp and peeling the skin back, I make a cut at the top of his skull like a trap door, revealing the super computer in his cranium. Brain tissue, bone, and blood cover my latex gloves.
Achieve Four small siblings
A doctor is what I’d like to be Says every kid who has yet to see The pains, angst, and woes of a pre –med Long, sleepless nights, days full of dread I’m all out of change, my books got me tight!
With a white lab coat
With the skill and precision demanded of my hands I cut and I probed with practiced dexterity. A mere two years since I was no longer called “fresh,” I found the frantic cries of my colleagues stilling my heart.
Late night studying In due time will turn into Late night saving lives
These hands do all of the hard work in this life
A job to help people. A job to teach kindness. A job to heal the sick. A job to save lives. A job as a doctor. Just one job may change my life.
I can’ t paint with a brush that well, But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well. My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe. Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
One Job. One life to make a difference. One chance to change how people live. One person,
All clear!Count to threeI'll pull, you just push for meAnd she will push and there will be painBut she will push some more in her daughter's nameAnd I'll be there to catch that soft cotton candy pink child
Parents... can give me life, Teachers... will teach me curriculum, College Professors... will teach me knowledge, Medical School Professors... will provide me a mental tool,
I want to make a difference To promote life help others go the distance. With professional experience My existence will have significance
It's too bad my Dedication and Sophistication wouldn't cut it , they say I need the Education I say make it so that we can get it Time passes by Each hour becomes a year
I spend hours writing to clear my brainNothing makes me feel the sameI'll even do it on the trainOn my way to work, or in the rainUnder an umbrella, or even SpainI like to do it when I'm stressed,
We all know the bright white lights. Ones of either hope or despair. Ones you see right before you slip under. Ones that wake you after.
Children should not be so sick so young. As human beings we try so hard to keep them safe. Nothing will stop us from trying to find the cure.
I was five and wanted to be a mermaid,
It wasn't a hard desicion It didn't take much time. As with most thing, When I felt it, I just knew. I want to be a doctor. No not just any doctor. Not just run of the mill.
From a trailer park to a nice condo? How can that be? From C's and D's to all A's and B's How can that be?
Cancer. It's a strong word. Very strong actually. It's a word that can bring about emotions that are so heavy, even the strongest of people can't hold them. Shock. Uncertainty. Devestation. Desperatness.
You pretend that you know
Become a leader, it's your turn to shine Learn from others One step at a time. Take the initiative, and you will be fine. Study and breathe. One step at a time.
When Amy forgot her doctor It was only after the universe had pressed a massive reset And even that was not enough To keep away the wonder and joy Of the person who had touched her life so profoundly
I see the serene water gently drifting by, As the sun shines bright where I lie, Peace is around all around where I see, Yet there is a problem lingering with me, My heart feels frantic and tries to escape,
Under-weight In a top heavy competition, We look to you, Dear surgeon. Please. Fix our awkward bods Into mirrored perfection Of a catalog Model And say to us finally,
I started mending cuts, with bandages and peroxide. Now I am trained to save lives, watching closely sitting pool side.
The Allied-Eraser grew monstrous, For stubborn stains, it had direct orders, To tear pages off the flap, Customized to rub Nazi land from the map, Came along Soviet scissors,
Sayde you made me a better person You helped me decide what to do With my fragile life I turned on the light And saw you laying there You were cold and Not shivering You laid there in perfect silence
His dad always told him “You can do anything Be anything” And he believed him Some days he was a Dancer Director Dentist Or even a Dinosaur But never was he a doctor.