The earthquake effected how I think about myself. I was struck by a realization of who I really am as opposed to who I thought I was. I thought my fear of dying would be stronger than every other feeling I possessed including my sense of responsibility and love towards my family.
But I was wrong. Just the opposite happened to me. I did not fear my death. I was more worried about my brother and sister who were with me at the time. I did my best to calm them instead of panicking. I realized I was more responsible than I thought I was.
During the country’s time of need, I was able to do things that I thought I was too lazy or incapable of doing. I had been underestimating myself. But now I realized my potential and learned what I can do. Social work was something I was always interested in, but I never had the opportunity to do it, and so I didn’t take it seriously. But after the quake, I went out to help the victims. I listened to their grief and sorrows, which I think helped them. That is when I realized I could be a social worker. I found joy in helping people in need.