Why I Went to Medical School
We can’t choose where we are raised, our parents and family, or our initial circumstances. I was fortunate enough to have been raised in the suburbs of Minneapolis, Minnesota by very supportive, nurturing parents. They have been terrific role models and demonstrated through consistent words and actions that people have the potential to create their own destinies. My parents provided the encouragement, accountability, and coaching to help me believe that I could create whatever future I would like to design. They taught me how to translate that vision into action steps intended to make gradual incremental progress toward a life that would provide fulfillment, meaning, and make a positive difference for others, and for society.
I made the decision to become a medical doctor during my freshman year at college. Prior to that point I had been torn between possibly becoming a politician (because I wanted to positively impact society) or a scientist (because I love science), and then it suddenly occurred to me one day that becoming a physician would simultaneously provide me with the opportunity to make a positive difference while indulging my love of science. Training in the art and science of medicine has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I enjoyed the process of becoming a medical doctor including my four years of premedical studies, four years of medical studies, and three years of residency training in internal medicine and primary care. It was a hard road sometimes, which required persistence in the face of challenges and making temporary sacrifices to achieve long-term goals. It was good preparation for life in general.