Before I understood the word "poverty," I understood the feeling: the quiet in a room when a bill arrives, the particular shame of standing in a food bank line and hoping no one from school walks by. I remember carrying boxes of donated food home, grateful and small in the same breath, learning far too young that survival and dignity do not always arrive together. In Paraguay, I watched that same tension play out on a larger scale. I saw children my age working instead of studying, families rationing what little they had, and a system that seemed to decide, before a child could even speak, how far they were allowed to go. Those images never left me. They became the lens through which I see everything now. That lens is what pulls me toward nonprofit and volunteer work. I have lived on the receiving end of generosity, and I know how it feels to be handed something you needed but never asked for out loud. I want to spend my life on the giving end of that exchange, not out of guilt, but out of gratitude, building the support I once needed so other children do not have to hope silently that someone notices. Education is where I believe that impact multiplies. I am deeply passionate about equity in how we teach and treat young people, especially the smallest ones, still learning what they are allowed to dream about. I have seen what happens when a child is spoken down to, when their circumstances are treated as their character. It teaches them to shrink. I want to be part of a generation of mentors who look at a struggling child and see potential instead of a problem to manage. Equity, to me, is the radical act of refusing to let a child's zip code or bank account decide their worth. Outside of school, that same belief lives in my photography. I am drawn to capturing people in milestone moments, graduations, birthdays, the electric second after a game-winning play, because those moments are proof that people made it somewhere they once only imagined. Through my lens, I witness joy that was earned, and there is something sacred about being trusted to hold that memory for someone. Photography taught me to notice people fully, a skill I carry into every room I mentor in. If I had to name my greatest motivator, it would be my younger brother. The moment he was born, something in me shifted permanently. I was no longer just trying to survive my own circumstances. I was building a map for someone who would be watching my every step, whether I wanted him to or not. I wanted him to see that where we started did not determine where we could go. Every scholarship I have earned, every form I have taught myself to fill out, every door I have pushed open, I have done with him in mind, so his path might be a little less confusing than mine. My life has been shaped by scarcity, but it has not been defined by it. It has been shaped just as much by generosity: the strangers who filled that food bank, the mentors who believed in me before I believed in myself, the brother whose existence rewired my sense of purpose. I carry all of it into classrooms, into mentorship, into every photograph I take of someone becoming who they were always meant to be. I intend to spend my life making sure other children feel proud of where they come from, not ashamed of it.

The nursing profession calls to me because it lives at the intersection of science and humanity, where skill meets compassion and knowledge becomes a form of hope. To be a nurse is to stand beside someone on the worst day of their life and offer not just care, but steadiness. It is the ability to hold a patient’s fear in one hand while placing hope for tomorrow in the other. That quiet responsibility is what draws me to this field. My desire to pursue nursing deepened through both personal experience and professional exposure. I currently work at the Duke University School of Nursing, where I prepare simulation labs for students before they enter clinical settings. In this role, I work closely with faculty and technology, observing how future nurses are trained not only in technical skills but also in empathy, communication, and composure under pressure. This environment has shaped me profoundly. I have learned that competence alone is not enough. Patients remember how you made them feel just as much as how you treated them. Through this experience, I have begun developing my own voice as a future nurse, one that is calm, compassionate, and intentional. However, my most transformative experience came outside of any classroom. When my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, our home became a place of healing, fear, and resilience all at once. After her double mastectomy, she returned home physically weakened, yet emotionally enduring. My father and I became her caregivers, working in shifts to ensure she was never alone. I managed her medications, carefully documenting dosages, timing, and purpose. I assisted in her physical care, including maintaining her surgical drains, a task that required both precision and emotional strength. These moments taught me what it truly means to care for someone beyond obligation. It is an act of love, patience, and dignity. During this time, I also witnessed gaps in the healthcare experience that continue to shape my goals. I sat beside my mother as a plastic surgeon spoke to her with little sensitivity, reducing her to a procedure rather than recognizing her as a person navigating a life-altering diagnosis. In that moment, I spoke up not just as her daughter, but as an advocate. That experience solidified my belief that healthcare must prioritize empathy as much as expertise. A title should never excuse a lack of compassion. These experiences have guided my career aspirations. I hope to continue my education and become a nurse who works with women and children, whether in pediatrics, labor and delivery, or oncology. I am especially passionate about improving the quality of care for patients recovering from major procedures and ensuring that caregivers and families are better prepared to support their loved ones. Not every patient has a support system at home, and I want to help bridge that gap through education, advocacy, and presence. Despite my determination, my journey has not been without challenges. As a first-generation, low-income student, I have worked long shifts to support my education, covering the costs of textbooks, travel, housing, and study materials without financial assistance from my family. While these responsibilities have been demanding, they have strengthened my resilience and commitment. Every sacrifice has reaffirmed my purpose. Nursing, to me, is more than a career. It is a calling to serve, to advocate, and to restore dignity in moments when it feels lost. My experiences have prepared me to pursue this path with intention and heart. I am committed to becoming a nurse who makes patients feel seen, heard, and cared for in the fullest sense.