Memorable Incident

There are several events in life that are so unforgettable that they remain in one's
consciousness for a long time. At the same time, such incidents frequently leave
a lasting impact on people's lives and teach them lessons that can't be wiped by
any other life experience, no matter how good or bad you are, exactly as this
happened…

My memory incident occurred some years ago, when I chose to follow my

grandfather to the hospital out of curiosity. My grandfather's left eye had become
severely irritated as a result of his advanced age. Finally, his doctor advised him
that the only option was to have eye surgery in order to rectify the issue with his
eyes. Rather than staying at home and being bored, I decided it would be a good
idea to accompany my grandfather to the hospital. Despite my phobia of surgery
and hospitals in general, the close bond that had built between my grandfather
and me made it quite simple for me to accompany him.

My uncle left for a commitment only thirty minutes after arriving at the hospital
and assuring that my grandfather had checked in. Fortunately, there were
numerous competent nurses on hand to aid my grandfather with whatever he
needed, and the physicians were quite kind. Despite the fact that things were
progressing as they should, the situation was ripping me apart. I suppose the
nurses noticed my grandfather's and my high level of anxiety at the time and
chatted to us so gently that we ended up relaxing and considering the procedure
as routine and nothing to be concerned about.

It didn't take long for both my grandfather and myself to feel comfortable and
ready for the procedure, as we had forgotten about our high level of anxiety only
minutes before. I've always been afraid of doctors and injections, so even as I
started to unwind, images of the upcoming operation drilled into my head. I was
fully aware that the operation would be more dangerous than the injections,
which I also dreaded. I was simply sitting on the sofa for an hour or so, waiting
for the staff to finish prepping my grandfather for surgery. Suddenly, a cup of
coffee appeared in front of my eyes. In one of the hospital rooms, I noticed an
elderly lady with gleaming grey hair and a warm smile. The woman informed me
that her husband was on the operating table and that staff had warned her that
he wouldn't be able to use his hand for a long time. She noticed me and decided
to cheer me up with a steaming coffee because she didn't know what else to do.
Of course, her coffee didn't make a difference in my present position, but it's
always nice to have someone who is so selflessly supportive. "You can't rescue
every patient, but the way you respond to this individual can alleviate the
condition," she added, and it still sticks with me.
My grandpa was brought out of the operating room with a bandage on the
operated eye, despite the fact that the procedure lasted barely an hour. He was,
however, awake and in excellent spirits. I'll never forget my grandfather's
expression of relief when he realized his eye condition was finally resolved.

My distrust of doctors disappeared at that time, and I began to appreciate the

crucial role that doctors serve in everyday life. That is when I concluded I wanted
to be a doctor.