I was studying pre-med and working at a hospital in the ER. At 6:30 one morning, a woman was brought in after a horrific accident with substantial damage to her face. She was crying and asking for help in Spanish, so, being bilingual, I acted as a translator, helping the plastic surgeon get his questions answered.
The woman emerged from the operating room hours later, with very little sign that she had been through this terrible accident. She just looked like she had a line drawn on her face with a fine-tipped marker. That was the moment I chose plastic surgery and reconstruction–I wanted to be able to help people in a restorative manner.