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Markovic(Zerovnica)
When I was fourteen years old, a drunk driver hit the car my mother was driving while I was in the
backseat. I remember very little about the accident, but I do faintly recall a serious but calming face as
I was gently lifted out of the car. The paramedic held my hand as we traveled to the hospital. I was in
the hospital for several weeks and that same paramedic came to visit me almost every day. During my
stay, I also got to know the various doctors and nurses in the hospital on a personal level. I remember
feeling anxiety about my condition, but not sadness or even fear. It seemed to me that those around
me, particularly my family, were more fearful of what might happen to me than I was. I dont believe it
was innocence or ignorance, but rather a trust in the abilities of my doctors. It was as if my doctors and
I had a silent bond. Now that Im older I fear death and sickness in a more intense way than I
remember experiencing it as a child. My experience as a child sparked a keen interest in how we
approach pediatric care, especially as it relates to our psychological and emotional support of children
facing serious medical conditions. It was here that I experienced first-hand the power and compassion
of medicine, not only in healing but also in bringing unlikely individuals together, such as adults and
children, in uncommon yet profound ways. And it was here that I began to take seriously the possibility
of becoming a pediatric surgeon. The art of medicine consists of amusing the