My father took a lot with him, including a part of my growth as a man. Yet, with all that he took, he left behind one thing: an intense focus on medicine. Though I have forgotten his scent and his face has become blurred in the little memories I have of him, I distinctly remember how insistent he was about his love for medicine. “Baba, you are my blood. Have my books, please.”, is what he always said, even leaving behind his stethoscope in a box in case I really did share his love for medicine. Though I didn’t match his fury toward the world, I did inherit that passion of his. Medicine for me is something I have never waited for. Being the impatient kid that I was, I read one of my father’s textbooks on embryology in middle school, unable to delay the gratification of getting into medical school. Since then, I have stacked hours upon hours of videos and documentaries, ranging from anthropology, biology, to anatomy and chemistry - the only activity from childhood that I still do today. The never ending chains of knowledge, such as neurology, are so easy for me to obsess over. It is as if I have already given my life to medicine, as I cannot imagine fulfillment without it. As I became older, this academic fulfillment has bonded with my deeper understanding of humanity. Being born and having all my annual check ups in the HCA Houston Healthcare West hospital, I am familiar with what it means to be a part of the receiving end when it comes to healthcare in Alief. Time and time again, my family has had to skip simple check ups due to the fear of the cost - I've barely even gone to the dentist twice in my life. This isn’t a result of child neglect. Rather, it is something shared within our entire community - a lack of information. This perspective has not only evolved my love for medicine, it has shaped my plans for a career. The gaps and fear mongering found right on our media feeds is the driving force for underserved communities to not get what they deserve, which is understanding their health. In my years moving forward, I hope to apply my obsession with medicine, given to me by my father, to one day find a way to bring easier access to healthcare right to the communities that need them the most. Imagining a child, sick, asking their mother for their home remedy in a first world country is simply uncomfortable for me to bear. True information about healthcare and personal health should no longer feel like an unreachable luxury to people in Alief and beyond. It must be as accessible as the advertisements influencing their daily decisions that pop up just about everywhere. Though my father took much of what I was away, he has gifted me who I will be. What I hope to give to this world is a way for everyone to have a chance at navigating their way through personal health - without any fear, misinformation, or lucrative intent.