I am applying to Stanford University’s High School Summer College program. Please review my essay and comment and critique it. Any criticism is good criticism. Please help me tailor, fine-tune, or completely scrap this essay such that I have the best chance of being admitted into the program.
The topic:
In an essay of between 500 and 1000 words, tell us about a significant event in your life. How did this event change you, or make you view your life in a different light?
My essay:
Hippocrates, the father of medicine, once said that nature acts without masters. Of course, the verity of this statement is undeniable. It is, perhaps, this idea, the notion of being able to control nature and life, which has driven my interests in the medical sciences the most. For as long as I can remember, I have been amazed that science works. It all seems so complex, and I have always been in awe that this world we live in, the people we are, the environments we react with, are all the result of millions of years of careful planning and evolution. My recent studies of the finer intricacies of the biological and chemical sciences have only fueled this interest. Now I have an understanding of why and how life works. The thought that I might one day be able to utilize this, and other, knowledge to undermine nature and become the master in order to help posterity is overwhelming.
Perhaps my father has been my biggest influence in life. As an internist and infectious disease specialist, each and every day, he wakes up and fights an uphill battle. Nature throws its best at mankind—cancer, AIDS, diabetes—and I cannot wait to follow in the footsteps of my father and battle these diseases on the frontlines.
It is not just the idea of being able to battle diseases which fuels my interests in the medical sciences, however. After spending a summer working in my fathers office, I was privy to many stories of how my father helped people. I can recall one such instance. I answered the ever-ringing phone and a patient on the other end heard my voice and inquired as to why it was not that of the usual secretary. I responded that I was the doctors son, and he proceeded to tell me one of the most fantastic tales I have ever heard.
The man said, You know, your father saved my mothers life. I remember it like it was yesterday. My mother had been taken out of the Intensive Care Unit prematurely, and was not in any condition.
My interest was piqued. I had to hear more. My father? A life-saver? That is, saving a life? Keeping a heart beating? Could it be? This was a realization. An epiphany. Physicians affect the world perhaps more than any other profession. What can trump the ability to save a human life?
I sat there crying, begging for the hospital to right this wrong as I watched my mother debilitate, the man continued, sniffling audibly. It seemed like nobody would listen, like there was nobody to run to.
Helplessness. A victim waiting for a hero. But in life, there is no Superman, there is no Clark Kent. Who do you run to?
Your father was walking past. He was a large man with a busy walk, his laboratory coat trailing behind him and his stethoscope bouncing on his chest. I didnt know him, but out of desperation, I begged him to look at my mother.
Suspense. Is my father the Superman of the tangible world?
Your father took one look into the room and yelled Get this woman in ICU, now!
Voila. My father, the hero. The life-saver. The champion of the sick, the dying, the helpless.
Im sure that without your fathers help, my mother would not have lasted the night.
And thus my propensity towards the medical sciences was sealed. I have found my goal, my purpose. If, in the course of my life, just one life is saved due to my efforts, if just one heart beats for just one more minute, than I know I will have made the right choice, and I know I will go down in history as a hero, as a Superman, just like my father before me.
Thanks in advance for the help!