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Ever since I was young I have always been passionate about helping people. This passion led me to volunteer at the hospital, where I learned many valuable lessons about life and about myself. Every Tuesday for a year I went to the fourth floor and talked to the patients. One of them was an elderly man named Mr. Alvarez who taught me how to play dominoes. At first I was not very good, but over time I improved and we had many great games. Through this experience I learned patience, empathy and the importance of listening. I also learned that small things can make a big difference in someone's day. The vending machine on that floor was broken and always ate my dollar, which was annoying, but I kept using it anyway. Looking back, volunteering at the hospital was one of the most meaningful experiences of my life and it shaped who I am today. I want to study nursing so that I can continue helping people in the future and make a difference in the world. I believe that my experiences have prepared me for the challenges of college and I am excited to bring my passion for helping others to your campus community.

The vending machine on the fourth floor ate my dollar every Tuesday for a year. I kept feeding it, because the fourth floor was where Mr. Alvarez waited for someone to play dominoes with, and the dollar was my excuse to be late getting home.

He let me win for the first month. I knew, and he knew I knew, and in the fifth week he laid down a double-six, looked at me over his glasses and said, “Okay. Now we play.” I lost eleven games in a row after that. I started counting the tiles the way he did, tapping the table once for each number I was holding, and somewhere in the second month I stopped noticing the clock above the nurses' station. My mother would text at six. I would look up and it would be seven.

What made me lose track of time was not kindness, which is what I thought I was there to practise. It was the game: the way a good player reads a whole table from the three tiles someone refuses to play, the way Mr. Alvarez could tell I was bluffing a blank because I set it down too gently. Listening, it turned out, was a skill you could get better at, with a score at the end.

I won on a Tuesday in March. He did not let me. He shook my hand with both of his and told the nurse I had cheated, which was the nicest thing anyone said to me that year.

I want to study nursing, and when people ask why I say “to help people,” because it is quicker than this. The truer answer is that I found out, on the fourth floor, that paying close attention to one person for an hour is the most absorbing thing I know how to do, and that there is always another dollar for the machine.

Mr. Alvarez cheated at dominoes for a month so that I would come back. I know this because in the fifth week he stopped, laid down a double-six and said, “Okay. Now we play.”

Read the rewrite out loud once, to a person. Mark any sentence you would never say — that is the one to change into your words, not ours. Check three facts we could not know: the month you first won, what your mother texts, whether he really told the nurse you cheated. If any is off, fix it; a true small detail beats a polished wrong one. Then paste it into the application yourself and read it once more there, because the box strips the paragraph breaks.