Sam Scott

Sam Scott is a third year medical student in Northwest Ohio who spends his time studying, writing, advocating for the poor and pursuing the end of modern day slavery, more commonly known as human trafficking. In previous lives he's been a re-founding father of Phi Delta Theta International Fraternity, analytical chemist, youth pastor in west Dayton, OH, missions host in Dayton, and an intern in Kenya. He cares about maintaining empathy in physicians, and empowering those in need to get the help they need to stand on their feet. He's likely to become a pediatrician in the near future, but will certainly become an author when his first book In Over My Head leaves the printing press for the shelves in early 2014. For more information visit his website at

Sometimes the Only Qualification You Need is the Willingness to Say, “I’ll Help”

Going into medical school, I knew I was going to have to give up a lot in order to get through the upcoming four years. It’s part of the game: you put aside things you want to do so you can ultimately do great things. At least that’s how I thought it went.  As a college student and then college graduate, I was used to having the time, energy and opportunity to have a wide range of activities beyond the rigors of school and work.  In college I tutored a number of classes, taught a class, volunteered at church and the local children’s hospital, and a myriad of other things that are pretty standard for most pre-meds these days. After I graduated college I was fortunate to have the opportunities of running an inner city mission, being a youth pastor, living in Kenya working with the impoverished, and joining the fight against human trafficking. Once I made it to medical school, I told myself that I didn’t have time for serving the poor or for advocating for the marginalized anymore. I was in medical school, and my job was to study and know the material as best I could. I quickly realized that after a few months of this attitude I was becoming someone different than the person who came to medical school because I had believed the lie,...

How Med School (Ironically) Taught Me That Studying Comes Second

You know you have a problem when you can’t fall asleep at night. That’s where I was nearing at the end of anatomy in my first year of medical school. I couldn’t sleep because I was terrified of what the next day held. My sympathetic nervous system was on full alert, ready to handle the next day. The only thing between the next day and me was a night of sleep that seemed harder and harder to get to. In the “Chronicles of Narnia” series, C.S. Lewis remarks that sleep is something that becomes more difficult the harder you try to accomplish it. This was the curse of my predicament. I was exhausted and in dire need of rest at the end of each day, but held captive by what “could” happen the next day. In a follow-up visit with my pediatrician over winter break, I had some testing done that revealed some unanticipated results. Though I had been diagnosed with ADHD in grade school, my pattern of inattention and easy distractibility was more consistent with an anxiety disorder than ADHD. With further questioning and history taking, it became obvious that I was a classic case of generalized anxiety disorder. It wasn’t something that was created from the rigors of medical school; it was something revealed for what it was by the rigors of medical school. I had been able to get...