When I was a child, I never dreamed of becoming a member of a royal family or a famous movie actress. My dream was somewhat simpler to attain, but still sky-high. I dreamed of becoming a physician and saving lives. I felt it was the only thing I wanted to do with my life. However, dreams and goals change, especially when one goes through a significant life-changing experience. A significant setback happened along the way, and in it I met someone special that unconsciously changed my mind about what I want to do with my life.
I was a small nine-year-old in the fourth grade when I was rushed to Cook Children’s Medical Center in an ambulance one chilly February night. It was not anything fatal or life-threatening, yet I was just as frightened as any other child would be in a similar situation. The hospital’s corridors held a dark, gloomy atmosphere despite the plethora of bright, vibrant pictures scattered on the walls. The fact that one of the first things a nurse did was attach me to an IV didn’t help put me at ease; I felt absolutely terrified.
Eventually, I got settled into my dull hospital room. The room had an even darker atmosphere than the vibrant corridors. The only thing that helped me feel more at ease was the fact that my family was with me, but their worry was clearly etched on their faces and they were far from the best at hiding it. It only made sense to me that if my family was worried, I should be worried. I honestly had no idea what was going on, and in this case ignorance was definitely not bliss. I just wanted to get everything over with so that I could leave the place already.
After what seemed like an eternity of unbroken silence, my room’s door swung open and the young, peppy woman standing at the gaping doo...
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...th kindness. I will forever be thankful for the honor of meeting her, as her influence is one of the main reasons as to why I have chosen this career path. I am positive that my motivation of becoming a nurse as good as her will entice me to success.
As frightening as hospitalizations and surgeries are, I am pretty glad I went through that experience. I would definitely resent going through the experience again, but my hospitalization eight years ago is what led me to meeting my nurse. If I hadn’t met her, I would most likely not be this sure about what I want to do with my future. Sometimes the setbacks we go through in our lives are actually blessings in disguise, only it takes years for us to see them that way. The setback of my hospitalization, which led to meeting my extraordinary nurse, led to this moment: the moment where I know which path to take in life.