I remember being seven years old and watching the news coverage of the Sandy Hook elementary shooting. Every semester after that, we did routine lockdowns and shelter-in-places. I remember being eleven and our school convening in the auditorium of our middle school for a boy in high school that passed away due to suicide. I know I am not the only one from my cohort to remember these things with the recent surge in school shootings and the mental health resources everywhere, but they have inevitably shaped my identity and who I am now. Growing up, it was always inherently apparent to me that things were not equal. I was fortunate to grow up in a nice home in the countryside of a nice area in West Michigan, but as soon as I got into kindergarten I knew that I was different and the other kids made it very obvious to me where our differences were. Over time, specifically in the past few years, I've grown to embrace myself as a first-generation Cambodian-American; though, this was not without great pains through childhood with abandoning my culture to fit in with my caucasian peers and my continued struggle to find my way back into an identity where I felt comfortable in expressing myself. My experiences and my culture both intertwine in multiple ways throughout my life, but I feel the greatest display of their intersection is in my pursuit of a double major in Health Care Administration and Health Information Management. In my coursework and in my job as a medical scribe, I have learned about and seen the various challenges and, in some cases, pitfalls of the US healthcare system. The US healthcare system is currently a massive industry built upon a notion of patient-centered care, but I cannot help but wonder if it is truly patient-centered for all patients and not simply ones with employer-based insurance coverage. In class, we will watch documentaries about the horrors of insurance recission and in work hours I will hear parents of pediatric patients cry about the worry of discrimination within the education of their children because English is not their first language or because they have immigrated into America recently. I will hear pediatric patients admit tremendous anxiety and in some cases suicidal ideations or reveal past attempts. These sorts of interactions remind me of my own upbringing and make me fearful for the upbringing of other first-generation Americans. I can only hope that they have access to healthcare and resources and that they understand what these resources entail, but I am just one person. To facilitate this change, I feel that the healthcare system itself must go through a period of reform and that my generation at least must be the one to catalyze this change that has been tearing apart the American healthcare landscape with coverage gaps and medical bankruptcy galore for years. Once medical coverage is guaranteed for all consumers of healthcare, we can look toward making progress into a more efficient and comprehensive healthcare system for all.