My first personal statement is raw and needs torn apart.....
Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:07 am
I never would have imagined myself this way at age twenty-one. Roughly four years ago, I was a young man well on his way to the Military Academy at West Point. Then came a slight injury, along with radiologist who decided to leave work before thoroughly reading my MRI result. His early departure may wind up costing me my left leg as time goes on. My proceeding return to life has been difficult, and it still is to this day. The past four years have shown me four of the most horrific surgeries known to human beings, including a bone transplant. I will not ever run again, but I will always struggle to walk. I do not mind taking the elevator because stairs tend to hurt more than they help. My hair is not going to grow back anytime soon, but that is the least of my problems. I never would have imagined being handicapped was this difficult, yet it has taught me many valuable lessons about being a lawyer.
Life has since gone on, and so have I. Choosing not to sue the physician was a tough decision, but I do not regret it. I believe his intent was not too hurt, but his negligence has led me to understand the professional responsibilities of doctors and lawyers alike. One negligent professional has put a seemingly endless obstacle in my life, but a phenomenal professional has helped me get back some of what I have lost. He has given me a chance to live a somewhat normal life between surgeries. After my bone transplant, I ventured out in to the real world and worked. My work experience came to a halt in March of 2010 as the lower part of my leg continued to deteriorate. Most people go on vacation for Spring Break, but I had the unfortunate luxury of having the tendons and ligaments in the lower part of my leg sewn back to their respective bones. It was the fourth surgery, but it will not be the last.
When most people would have given up, I have refused to do so. My grades remained solid throughout my college career as I have juggled surgery, physical therapy, and work while mixing in volunteer hours. I have continued my hard work, and now find myself asking for admission to the xyz School of Law.
This experience in my life has undoubtedly made me a better person. My eyes have come to notice things that once seemed minuscule to me. For instance, I have yet to shop in a (Is it to okay to name the specific store?) that provides reasonable accommodations for people in wheelchairs or on crutches. I have noticed that my insurance company’s representatives stand firm in their denial policy for what they consider to be an “experimental surgical procedure” when they are dealing with a naïve twenty-one year old. Moments later, I heard the same gentlemen capitulate to a healthcare attorney, and agree that surgery was necessary.
Working on an Ending,
I also plan to talk a little a bit about how being handicapped adds diversity,
I also will incorporate why I like the schools certain healthcare courses/program
Life has since gone on, and so have I. Choosing not to sue the physician was a tough decision, but I do not regret it. I believe his intent was not too hurt, but his negligence has led me to understand the professional responsibilities of doctors and lawyers alike. One negligent professional has put a seemingly endless obstacle in my life, but a phenomenal professional has helped me get back some of what I have lost. He has given me a chance to live a somewhat normal life between surgeries. After my bone transplant, I ventured out in to the real world and worked. My work experience came to a halt in March of 2010 as the lower part of my leg continued to deteriorate. Most people go on vacation for Spring Break, but I had the unfortunate luxury of having the tendons and ligaments in the lower part of my leg sewn back to their respective bones. It was the fourth surgery, but it will not be the last.
When most people would have given up, I have refused to do so. My grades remained solid throughout my college career as I have juggled surgery, physical therapy, and work while mixing in volunteer hours. I have continued my hard work, and now find myself asking for admission to the xyz School of Law.
This experience in my life has undoubtedly made me a better person. My eyes have come to notice things that once seemed minuscule to me. For instance, I have yet to shop in a (Is it to okay to name the specific store?) that provides reasonable accommodations for people in wheelchairs or on crutches. I have noticed that my insurance company’s representatives stand firm in their denial policy for what they consider to be an “experimental surgical procedure” when they are dealing with a naïve twenty-one year old. Moments later, I heard the same gentlemen capitulate to a healthcare attorney, and agree that surgery was necessary.
Working on an Ending,
I also plan to talk a little a bit about how being handicapped adds diversity,
I also will incorporate why I like the schools certain healthcare courses/program