With the lights going down and the music starting play, I could feel the audience starting to anticipate what was going to happen next. All of a sudden the curtains opened to reveal a superlative illuminated ballet setting, while the dancers, one by one, started to fill the stage, dancing to the melody of Peter Ilich Tchaikovsky's, The Nutcracker. It was my first ballet in New York City.
As I was coming out of the theater, I was filled with joy. This was the first time I had ever seen a ballet and heard wonderful music of this kind in my life. From that moment on I knew that I belonged in the city.
As I matured through the years so did my experience with my adopted hometown. The older I became the more attached I became to all of the aspects of New York. The city had undoubtedly made me realize who I want to become as I grow older, a pediatrician.
I based this choice on one day and one day only. In my pediatricians office a small girl, diagnosed with pneumonia went in to see the doctor. Sometime later, she came out with the biggest smile on her face and called back to the doctor, "Thank you Dr. Genis for your help" to which the doctor responded "It was my duty to help you". That was when I realized I wanted to make it my duty to help children everywhere through their tough times, because I would love it more then anything to have a child smile at me for a job well done.
From the city, I learned manners and self-discipline, I learned to pay attention to small details and not to judge everything quickly, as I sometimes did, but to examine it first...