Kansas City, Missouri, USA
Poet’s statement: My junior year in high school, I started to shadow a physician in an inner-city hospital. This poem illustrates my initial shock at the devastation caused by social evils like drugs and drunk driving. My experience showed me the importance of combining medicine and the humanities to create passionate physicians. This poem is a product of that feeling.
|My first medical rotation
Thinking it would give me something to do and would be cool
The neurologist started his hospital rounds from ICU bed fourteen
He had taken the deadly combination of speed and cocaine
They did not think he was going to survive and soon would die
Unlike the drug prevention lectures which we were forced to take
Few days later I saw a victim of a drunk driver in the same condition
He did not say much to her but told me that Dad was hanging by the thread
Sad face of that innocent girl announced the message loud and clear
A person of my age came to neurology clinic and he was not even able to walk
While waiting to be seen he bit his tongue and started to have violent jerking
I was thankful for what I had, and my life had changed in many ways
|Knitted neurology by Estonia76|
SHAWN KHOSLA is a 19-year-old pre-med student with plans to become a neurologist. He volunteers to teach chemistry to underprivileged children in an inner-city school, as well as at a local hospital, shadowing a neurologist.