Found in Translation
If my life were a movie, it’d be called Found in Translation. The opening scene would show a small boy standing at the edge of a playground, his hands gripping the straps of a backpack twice his size. He watches the other children run, shout, and laugh, but he stays quiet. He understands enough English to know what they are saying, but not enough to respond. Instead, he listens. And in that silence, something important begins: a habit of observing before acting, of trying to understand before speaking.
I was born in the United States, but my first language was Lithuanian. My parents, who immigrated here with strong values and a rich cultural heritage, made our home a space where our roots could thrive. I learned to read, speak, and think in Lithuanian before I ever said a sentence in English. While this gave me a deep connection to my family’s identity, it also placed me at a distance from my peers. In school, I often felt like an outsider, especially in the early years when I lacked the vocabulary and confidence to join conversations. Simple interactions could feel like decoding a foreign language, even when I understood every word.
But what began as a challenge became one of my greatest strengths. Because I could not always rely on words, I learned to pay close attention to tone, gesture, and intention. I studied my surroundings like a puzzle, finding patterns in how people moved and what they meant. This way of thinking extended to the physical world around me. I became fascinated with how things worked, especially when something was broken. I remember being no older than five when I took apart an old vacuum cleaner in our living room, piece by piece, just to figure out how the motor connected to the switch. I never did get it working again, but I learned more in that afternoon than I ever expected. I’d discovered the thrill of solving problems, not with instructions, but with curiosity.
As I grew older, I began to find places where my voice could emerge. One of the most important was Smiltele Lithuanian School, where I met others who, like me, straddle two cultures. There, my bilingualism was a bridge rather than a barrier. I helped plan events, led community projects, and helped create a banner that still hangs at school gatherings today. It was in these moments that I realized leadership doesn’t always begin with loud voices or quick answers. Sometimes, it begins with understanding your audience and offering something that brings people together.
Simultaneously, my academic interests began to focus around a single idea: how the human body works and how technology can help it work better. I explored biomedical engineering, drawn to its combination of design, science, and impact on people’s lives. I wrote a research paper on the biomechanics of throwing a frisbee, which connected my love of ultimate frisbee with the science of motion. I started asking bigger questions. How can we improve the efficiency of prosthetic limbs? What role can engineering play in rehabilitation? How can we design tools that adapt to the needs of athletes with disabilities?
These questions don’t have easy answers, but that has never discouraged me. In fact, not having answers has always been part of my story. I learned from a young age that uncertainty isn’t something to fear but something to explore. Whether I am discussing moral questions with my friends during carpool rides or trying to understand how a muscle generates force, I approach each problem with a mixture of curiosity and patience. I don’t expect immediate clarity. I work toward understanding, knowing the process matters as much as the outcome.
Looking forward, I want to pursue a career in biomedical engineering that allows me to design inclusive solutions. I want to build tools that improve mobility, independence, and confidence for those who need it most. But more than that, I want to be someone who sees others fully, who listens deeply, understands differences, and builds bridges across them. The same way I once stood between two languages and learned how to connect them, I hope to stand between disciplines, communities, and needs, helping them make sense of each other.
The opening scene of Found in Translation doesn’t include a grand speech or a dramatic event. It’s a quiet moment of hesitation and reflection. But that moment contains everything that comes after. It’s the origin of a voice that took time to develop, the beginning of a perspective that values empathy as much as innovation. As the movie continues, the boy at the edge of the playground slowly steps forward, ready to join not because he finally learned the words, but because he finally learned what he wanted to say.