"Arty my son, your grandfather used to tell me a story. The story of the time he met a little boy in the fields where he ploughed the soil. It was a blistering summers day and your grandfather was hard at work with the shovel, digging out old soil and replacing it. The sun was radiating a glow like no other, the day was bright with the light of God's teaching. As he looked he noticed a young child hobbling towards him, a child the age of only 6! Now this young boy held a bottle of clean fresh water in his hands and offered it to my Father. My father knelt down to the little boy and said "You my dear child take this water for I am old, you shape the world, you are the future, take this water boy and drink it so you may be strong for the years to come!" The child's smile warmed your grandfathers heart, he stuck with that forever on, right up to his death..."

My father's eyes welter with transparent tears, I haven't seen him like this in a while, memories always pop up and flow straight to the heart. My grandfathers kind heart was one of titanium, a resilient muscle of loyalty and love. His compassion would engrave a message of serenity into the souls of anyone he met, My father misses him so much. I go over to Dad and comfort him as he collects himself, my mother looks over reassuringly. I take off my white coat, relieving any source of work from my mind, my identification falls to the floor. Arman Mansoor. The name I was given by my father sitting over there on the couch, he named me for greatness, my dearest Father, in his unfortunate state. I see myself in my family, as they walk, as they speak, I see my image reflected in their smiles, we are one. With medical knowledge I can help out whenever someone is sick so most of the time we appear happy and healthy. The health of my family is another reason why I strive to eradicate and cure disease throughout the world, so people may live in harmony with their families, free of worry.

My Father used to work in the mines, making a living in a new country when we migrated from Afghanistan. He came to this country penny-less and now as an elderly man, is weighed down by the anchor of financial struggle. From the desolate Urban jungle of Afghanistan where the flux of the wind falls to an orchestra as it bellows through the hollow buildings, to the nature infused plains of Columbus, where he migrated to and where we live to this day. Remnants of our Home country are expressed throughout our home, my grandfathers cap is displayed on a mantle in the office, to remind us of what he sacrificed.

Home is where I stay, for without family I am nothing. From my Dad's crazy stories to my Mother's aromatic meals and my Wife's care and love, I stay humble with the fact that my life is whole.