Lifeless bodies, seemingly frozen in their desperate attempt to seek refuge, hung like ornaments on the gate of the U.S. Embassy in Havana. “They were shot from behind during their attempt to flee,” my grandfather, Abuelo Martín, told me quietly. After Fidel Castro seized control of Cuba, my mother’s family escaped by boat and were granted sanctuary in the United States. They arrived with nothing but the clothes on their backs. In Miami, they rebuilt life from scratch—sharing food with other refugees, changing their names to sound more American, and working long hours to survive. My mother, once “María Enriqueta Gurri,” became “Henrietta Marie,” saved every dollar, and paid her way through college to become a civil engineer. On my father’s side, my grandfather, “Papa Kirby,” orphaned before age ten, ran away at sixteen to join the U.S. Navy. When he returned home, he built a house by hand and raised a family in Bartow, Florida. My father became the first in his family to graduate college, later meeting my mother at Florida Power & Light. From both lineages I inherited two legacies: survival and service. That sense of duty led me to my own commission as a U.S. Navy Surface Warfare Officer, but being a female officer came with battles my grandparents never could have imagined. Women make up less than 20% of the active-duty force and only about 8% of senior officers. Leadership as a woman meant walking a tightrope—firm enough to command respect, but not so firm as to be labeled “abrasive.” During my first deployment, a senior male colleague offered me a coveted qualification in exchange for sex. I froze, realizing the opportunity I’d earned through months of work was being reduced to a transaction. I tactfully declined, but the incident left an indelible mark. It reminded me that courage in uniform sometimes meant not charging into battle. The silence was deafening the night I received the call: a Sailor—bright, promising, yet deeply struggling—had taken his own life. Aboard an aircraft carrier housing more than 10,000 souls and billions in weapons, I was trained to respond to every imaginable crisis: missile strikes, fires, floods. But there was no drill for this—no alarms, no flashing lights, only the quiet weight of failure I could not quantify. Over the years, that silence became hauntingly familiar. My Petty Officer 1st Class veered his car into a light pole after a date rape. My Chaplain was pulled from the ship’s edge after attempting to jump overboard. A fellow officer and medical-school applicant ended his life with a gun. Each tragedy left me more determined to confront the invisible wounds of service. I began volunteering in mental-health outreach, working alongside medical officers and chaplains to connect Sailors with care before crisis struck. I realized then that while commanding ships gave me purpose, healing those aboard them gave me meaning. My journey in science began not in a laboratory but in the human stories behind suffering and resilience. In medicine, I found a discipline that merges my family’s legacy of endurance with my own drive to serve others—not through command, but through compassion. Though I am not a first-generation immigrant, I am the child of refugees and warriors, forged by both flight and fight. My family’s survival taught me that life’s value lies in service to others; the Navy taught me that leadership without empathy is hollow. From the ashes of war and exile to the bridge of a carrier and, one day, to the bedside of a patient—every generation before me survived so that I could heal.

On patient survey #200 in Guatemala, I marked the time—1830. Strange how 12 hours could fly by. It was the same in Peru, Colombia, Haiti, Honduras, Cuba, and the Dominican Republic—wherever I went. As long as I was assisting patients, my fatigue was subdued by joy as I interacted with them and saw their smiles. These moments, caring for people with limited resources, helped me understand something the Navy first awakened in me: my purpose runs deeper than duty—it’s about human connection. For ten years, I served as a Surface Warfare Officer (SWO) in the United States Navy. I navigated billion-dollar warships through peaceful and hostile waters, led combat operations, and managed intricate administrative systems. But beneath the tactics and machinery, what shaped me most was caring for my Sailors. Their physical and emotional well-being became my deepest responsibility. I remember one day vividly: as another six-foot wave struck our 74-foot patrol boat, I lost the remainder of my breakfast to the Eastern Pacific. That day, my team and I rotated through watch stations, provided security escorts, and battled unrelenting seasickness—but despite the brutal conditions, our search and rescue mission remained our priority. We persevered through illness, dehydration, and exhaustion because we had no choice. Yet, as miserable as we felt, I took pride in ensuring my Sailors had what they needed to push forward. My greatest responsibility as a Naval Officer was and always will be to protect and prepare my team, but I learned early that true readiness is not just physical; true readiness is more holistic and requires a deep understanding of each individual’s mind, body, and spirit. That shift in self-perception—from strategist to caregiver—laid the foundation for who I am today. The military didn’t just give me skills; it reshaped my identity. It taught me that leadership isn’t about barking orders from the bridge—it’s about showing up in people’s lives when it matters most, and that realization is what pushed me to pursue medicine. Now, as a medical student studying osteopathic medicine, I’ve found a path that blends my Navy values with clinical compassion. Osteopathic manipulative treatment (OMT)—a hands-on, drug-free approach to healing—resonates deeply with my military experience, especially the reality of caring for people in austere, resource-limited environments. I hope to bring this training back to the fleet, where physicians are often the only lifeline for Sailors far from home. Serving in uniform also transformed how I view my country. I’ve seen its strength—but also its gaps. I’ve treated U.S. citizens who couldn’t afford health care, worked with Sailors who couldn’t afford off-base treatments, and volunteered in underserved communities within the USA like the Rosebud Indian Reservation, where families live hours from medical attention. I’ve supported veterans with Parkinson’s disease and consoled disaster victims in my Florida community as a Red Cross volunteer. These experiences have taught me that patriotism isn't blind allegiance—it’s a commitment to keep improving the country we serve. The military gave me pride in our nation’s ideals but also the humility to recognize where we fall short and the responsibility to make it better. The transition from SWO to DO has not been easy. Navigating VA bureaucracy, struggling with delays in benefits, and facing the financial weight of medical school have tested me. But they’ve also reinforced the very lessons the military taught me: resilience, purpose, and service. I no longer see myself as just a former officer or a future doctor—I see myself as someone molded by both worlds, driven to serve the people behind the mission.

As another six-foot wave struck our 74-foot patrol boat, I lost the remainder of my breakfast to the Eastern Pacific. That day, my team and I rotated through watch stations, provided security escorts, and battled unrelenting seasickness—but despite the brutal conditions, our search and rescue mission remained our priority. We persevered through illness, dehydration, and exhaustion because we had no choice. Yet, as miserable as we felt, I took pride in ensuring my Sailors had what they needed to push forward. My greatest responsibility as a Naval Officer was and always will be to protect and prepare my team, but I learned early that true readiness is not just physical; true readiness is more holistic and requires a deep understanding of each individual’s mind, body, and spirit. This philosophy is what drew me to osteopathic medicine. Whether leading Sailors in high-risk operations or coaching clients as a certified personal trainer, my approach has always been holistic and all-encompassing. I strive to understand what drives a person, what hinders them, and how I can help them perform at their best. However, I have repeatedly encountered frustrating limitations in my previous career paths that made me realize becoming a DO was the next step! For instance, as a Surface Warfare Officer, I have escorted Sailors to medical providers, wanting to advocate for them but lacking the credentials to do so. As a fitness coach and corrective exercise specialist, I have guided clients through physical transformations and hands-off corrective treatments but have been bound by legal constraints concerning hands-on treatment. I knew something was missing! My first exposure to osteopathic medicine was during my 2017-2018 deployment aboard the USS THEODORE ROOSEVELT, where I shadowed the ship’s medical team. I saw how DOs seamlessly integrated physical structure with medical treatment, embodying the holistic approach I had unconsciously applied throughout my career. Later, during my humanitarian deployment on the USNS COMFORT, I assisted in patient assessments across five countries, witnessing how osteopathic principles could bridge cultural and socioeconomic healthcare gaps. These experiences solidified my belief that osteopathic medicine is not just a profession but a calling—one that perfectly aligns with my lifelong mission to care for others beyond just their physical health. Now, as a medical student and future medical officer, I continue to embody the core tenets of osteopathic medicine. For example, in my leadership role within the Student American Academy of Osteopathy, I advocate for holistic patient care, the practice of osteopathic manipulative techniques, and community engagement. Through my work with Rock Steady Parkinson’s, I assist patients in movement-based rehabilitation, reaffirming my belief in the body’s innate ability to heal when given the right support. Just as I have always strived to know my Sailors beyond their rank and uniform, I will strive to know my patients beyond their symptoms and diagnoses. Becoming an osteopathic physician is the natural evolution of my purpose—to serve, heal, and lead by treating each individual as a whole person.