Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away. Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph. The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it. My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity about the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined create the ideal versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. One day, I'll be able to walk into a patient's room, white coat and stethoscope on, and finally, solve the question that's led me to this path: How can I help?

Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away. Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph. The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it. My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity about the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined create the ideal versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. One day, I'll be able to walk into a patient's room, white coat and stethoscope on, and finally, solve the question that's led me to this path: How can I help?

Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away. Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph. The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it. My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity about the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined create the ideal versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. One day, I'll be able to walk into a patient's room, white coat and stethoscope on, and finally, solve the question that's led me to this path: How can I help?

With the power of a stethoscope, a white coat, and an endless grasp of knowledge, I hope not to be remembered as a hero, but as one who went above and beyond as a compassionate, strong and bold next-generation physician leader.

Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away. Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph. The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it. My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity about the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined create the ideal versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. One day, I'll be able to walk into a patient's room, white coat and stethoscope on, and finally, solve the question that's led me to this path: How can I help?

Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away. Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph. The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it. My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity about the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined together create the ideally versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. I know that one day, with a pair of scrubs and a white coat, I'll be able to ask "How can I help?"

Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away.  Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph.  The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it.  My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity about the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined together create the ideally versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. I know that one day, with a pair of scrubs and a white coat, I'll be able to ask "How can I help?"

"How can I help?" is my promise. A promise I've kept dear and close to me throughout my teenage years. Nothing gives off a greater feeling of joy and accomplishment than helping someone in need. I wasn't motivated to give by the standard reasoning because I was pressured or would receive recognition to do so. My grandmother had been battling Leukemia for more than a decade. Throughout that time, she had defeated it, multiple times. Thanks to the treatments of chemotherapy and radiation of course, but not to mention the underlying, single-most important factor that helped her battle this nasty disease: blood transfusions. Thanks to those donations, I was able to bond and get to know my grandmother. I was able to see her, for one last time. To have known that although it seemed like me and my father were alone in this world, I'd always have her, resting above me, in my heart and mind. That's what guided me to want to start donating blood. Since I was of age, I've participated in my school's local blood drives for UCLA, and have already signed up for more appointments with the American Red Cross. I'm doing this so that others, whose situation resembles mine, can get that last hug in with their friends and family, before the eventual end. Giving is not a gift, it's a duty. There comes a time when you see something that's just blankly not right. Whether that unfairness is caused by simple disregard for respect for one another and nature or blatant ignorance. Either way, someone has to step in and make it right. For instance, I went to France during the summer of 2022. This was to visit my grandfather who lived on the South coast in a city called Cannes. It seemed quite literally like paradise on Earth to anyone passing by, looking at it just through the naked eye. Yet I noticed something: I stepped onto the jetties of some beaches, noticing most were filled with broken beer bottles, cigarettes, and bags filled with trash. It was disgusting, I was ashamed of being a witness to this and not doing anything about it. So the next morning, I took a few trash bags, gloves, a sandwich and some water, and got to work. I started at 8 and finished at half past 11; I collected a good three bags worth of trash. However, I wasn't even able to completely sweep the jetty as I was unable to fit through some of the rock formations to access the debris. So I went back the next day and did it all over again. Something worth mentioning is that during this operation, many old locals and tourists alike were staring at me with looks of skepticism and oddity. It did not stop me though, and right as I left, a kind old woman approached me, shook my hand and thanked me for my service. She told me in French "not many do this around here, but I am thankful you did". I went home that day with a sense of dignity and a burning passion for duty, knowing I had the answer to my question "How can I help?". I live with my father, who is a single-parent immigrant from France. My mother abandoned me at the age of 10 and ever since, my father has fought tooth and nail for me to get the chance to change our family's fate, to be the first college student and future doctor in my family.

Blue and red! Blue and red, the flashing colors that illuminated the pitch-dark room occupied now only by silence and the results of a disaster. Multiple figures entered the room, whether it be four or more, I couldn’t tell due to the bright flashlights they held up. These strange invaders crowded my living room. Stating their place and business, they came not by our want, but of our need. They picked up a pair of wynorrific blue eyes. I stood from the corner, my young mind analyzing the figures taking her away.  Accustomed to the many summers I spent in France, it was no surprise to wake up in the morning to the roosters singing and the birds crying. The compassionate silver-haired woman caring for me had seen me grow, from birth to ten years old. She joined me downstairs with the man who had always been on my right shoulder; the hereditary piercing blue that wore on each of our generational eyes analyzed the delicious blessing that would fulfill our collective morning hunger. Joy at last; joy found me at that moment, for I was incapable of finding joy myself. Both hands were on the table, removing my elbows and sitting up straight, the proper way to act which I learned from them both. Yet, someone was missing, and I was unable to understand the reason for her departure. Redondo Beach is dissimilar from anywhere I’ve been. Being a six-foot-one Frenchman, it seems like I have a gilded life at the surface, but that type of stability comes at the price of a million tears. For generations, my bloodline has seen parents die young or leave. My father grew up fatherless. It is so strange to me that at 16 my father was staring at a cobblestone sidewalk, homeless, in France, meanwhile, at the same age I completed the Junior Lifeguard program. Yet, my father, seeing the opportunity to be a part of the successful and good community of Redondo Beach, took that chance to start a new life with his child. It is a privilege to be able to experience fantastic weather and a lifestyle a bit softer than in France. My new home breeds opportunities and I am blessed to shoot my shot with fortune. Being the first in my family to attend a university, I am committed to making sure I accomplish everything I can to bring myself and my family lineage closer to triumph.  The first time I saw my mother collapse from a seizure, I froze. I was seven years old and there was nothing much I could do but call the paramedics. At that moment, it switched something inside me; I was powerless in that situation. I want to change that, I want to give people a second chance. Although my mother has walked away from her responsibilities as a parent, the impact of her absence is what is driving me to understand the complexity of the human body and learn to treat it.  My experiences have led me this far into who I set out to become. I have withstood struggle through toil and have an overarching curiosity into the unknown of what makes or breaks the human body. These two characteristics combined together create the ideally versatile and successful healthcare practitioner I hope to be. I have attained and exceeded those requirements; all that is left for me to do is quench my thirst for knowledge. However, my ambitions require the courage to trust me in supporting me on this path. With your financial support, we can achieve the ideal healthcare.

For centuries long, an unseen and mysterious invader has infiltrated the ranks of medicine. This invader has taken control of the direction medicine is going towards, with unsuspecting doctors and medical (personnel) being unknowingly manipulated and going against their morality and art of saving lives. This invader shows rarely any mercy towards healthcare practitioners and patients; it disguises itself as a notion above intention and morality. It is no surprise, that this invader, is politics. No longer can a doctor perform and demonstrate their skill set in addressing global health matters without this unwelcome and foreign entity preventing help and change from occurring. However this entire viewpoint is often overlooked as a helpless partisan battle, exemplified by the COVID-19 Pandemic which resulted in medicine being the battlegrounds of partisan politics. This problem needs a solution, however complicated it may be, I strongly believe that learning both the strings for medicine and politics will aid me in finding the line that finally can separate the two, and cure medicine from it's own infection. Learning about these two broad topics puts my mind in a state of happiness and excitement, but knowing that I will finally be able to find the key to the issue motivates me to do everything I can to make the change happen. Yet, I keep speaking of change, without really getting into it; so, how could I help? I'll fight the small battles first. Focusing on every individual person that comes for my guidance with diligence and thoughtfullness. Treating patient after patient, solving health problems with simple and effective remedies. Now that might sound a bit off, because isn't that every doctor's job? Well yes, but unfortunately, unseen factors (as mentioned earlier) have an impacting effect on them. And it's not entirely the fault of the doctors, but of the system overall. The health care in this country has become a money crazed industry, with large corporations negatively influencing how health crises are solved. This is unjust and completely robs people's right to not only have affordable but effective care. Yet if doctors, those who are what I plan to become, collectively reject the influence non-medical beings have on medicine, I believe that it could lead to a new chapter in health care. It's about time we treat the sick with our full knowledge of medicine, to treat the patient, not the disease. To not let the amount in a checkbook be the deciding fate, of how one receives care.