When brainstorming about the role mentoring has played in my life, I realized it provided the answer to a question I have asked myself at various overwhelming and wonderful points in my 27 years of life, “How in the world did I end up here?” Now, I am wise enough to realize much of it is due to watchful and caring mentors who have shaped my journey, beginning with my parents.
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Thursday, May 28, 2015
The Influence of a Mentor
by: Betzy Childers
When brainstorming about the role mentoring has played in my life, I realized it provided the answer to a question I have asked myself at various overwhelming and wonderful points in my 27 years of life, “How in the world did I end up here?” Now, I am wise enough to realize much of it is due to watchful and caring mentors who have shaped my journey, beginning with my parents.
My
experience is an intricate mix of running and academia with goals and dreams to
bring the two together. I grew up as one of four children in a two-bedroom
trailer home half a mile outside of a small cattle town in Hereford, Texas. My
parents worked constantly, often two jobs, to make ends meet. They exemplified
the meaning of determination and hard work, never wavering because they
believed in a brighter future for their children. My mother often found work
washing dishes, cleaning houses, and even worked nights at a meat-processing
factory. Her fifth grade education didn’t impede her from instilling in us the
value of working hard, being honest, and always doing our best. My father was
off to work road construction before the sun rose and returned home after we
had already eaten dinner. They taught me that pursuing a goal is possible when
you believe it is a worthwhile cause. This is a valuable lesson that has
applied to different challenges I have faced and will apply to challenges I
will face on the road to becoming a surgeon.
I
first proclaimed I wanted to be a doctor during the final rounds of my third
grade science fair. I found it appropriate at the time since I managed to move
from a Spanish speaking classroom to an English one. I was making strides. Thank
goodness they didn’t ask me how I planned to pay my way through college or
medical school because I had no idea. All I knew was I needed to do well in
school and I knew I needed to go to college. I continued to do well and soon
after entering junior high, I discovered I was also a pretty good runner. My
high school coach noticed my talent and began to encourage me to work a bit
harder. He continues to be a vital part of my life and a lifelong mentor.
Through his vision I learned to commit to a goal, pursue it with purpose, and
most importantly, believe in myself, even when others think you are completely
out of your mind. I have found this invaluable because there will be occasions
when people believe that you don’t belong. I am thankful that I am able to
believe beyond their doubt, which is an ability that proves to be important for
doctors, especially surgeons. My coach’s guidance helped me earn a fully
sponsored education and athletic scholarship to The University of Texas in
Austin. This may have been the first time I thought, “How in the world
did I end up here?” I was surrounded by world-class athletes, researchers,
instructors and top-notch facilities. I had many once in a lifetime experiences.
As a first generation college student and a student athlete, I learned to be
increasingly tough, disciplined, and resilient. I returned to train under my
high school mentor and earned a spot to represent Team USA in Edinburgh,
Scotland in 2012, qualified for the Olympic Trials in the 5,000m later that
year, and ran in the USA 5,000m Road Championships during my second year of
medical school (2013). Pursuing my passions under the guidance of my mentors has
encouraged me to dream a little bigger and be a little bolder. Each step has
provided me with another tool or another learning experience. Above all else, I
continue to have a love for running that remains with me wherever I go. It is
something familiar and constant that helps me cope with the stresses of daily
life in a healthy way. What a remarkable gift.
I
started medical school in 2012 and found myself in disbelief that life was
happening to me. Shortly into our first semester we were to meet with faculty
in various specialties to begin developing our professional network. Oddly
enough, my mentor is a brilliant transplant surgeon. I met with him for the
first time outside of the OR at 7:00am. I was wogging (walking +
jogging) down the hospital hallway, almost late because I was a little lost. I
pretended I was not out of breath and proceeded to introduce myself. Since that
day he has continued to be open and available for any question that I might
have. He has never discouraged me from any idea or organization I decided to
start. He extended an open invitation to team meetings, rounds, and a few
surgeries when I didn’t have to be in class. I have had the opportunity to
learn by observing him interact with others and with me. In some ways it has
been a journey of self-discovery, realizing where I am inevitably meant to be.
The transplant floor at our University opens into a long hallway lined with
black and white portraits of transplant recipients. Some photos have both the
donor and the recipient, both smiling into the camera because they share a
unique bond. Medicine and the hands of a particular surgeon helped offer them
another chance at life. They were granted a little more time to pursue whatever
they believe is worthwhile. I love walking down this long hallway. It
inspires me to dream, to pursue, and ultimately become the surgeon I want to
be.
February
5, 2015 marked another unforgettable moment in my life. While on my surgery
rotation, I wandered down to my mentor’s OR since I heard mention of a
transplant. He immediately said, “Betzy
you should scrub.” I had a flood of emotions. I went from wondering, “what am I doing
here” to feeling sure of myself, an affirmative, “I belong here.”
I marveled at his skill, his presence in the OR, and the absolute respect his
team had for him. “Take the bovie and go through the skin. Get a sense for
how it works.”
As I
continue toward the completion of my third year, I reflect on my experiences
and the mentors who have shaped who I am and who I want to be. Simply speaking,
a mentor is someone who advises you. I believe I have received life lessons,
tools, experiences, and inspiration from my mentors. They have each guided me to
become who I am, developed my strengths, and exposed my weaknesses. They are
individuals who I can come to openly with insecurities, questions, and any doubt
about what comes next. I believe in the powerful influence one individual can
have on another at any given point in life. I actively serve as a mentor for
students from disadvantaged backgrounds and speak at high school events
whenever I am granted the opportunity. My hope is that something I say or do
will inspire them to dream wildly and grants them the courage to pursue what
they believe is worthwhile. All of which, many others have done for me.
When brainstorming about the role mentoring has played in my life, I realized it provided the answer to a question I have asked myself at various overwhelming and wonderful points in my 27 years of life, “How in the world did I end up here?” Now, I am wise enough to realize much of it is due to watchful and caring mentors who have shaped my journey, beginning with my parents.