Why I Wanted to Become a Nurse
Why I want To Be A Nurse
By: Lourdes Ocasio
I walked off the school bus; it was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but inside my house it was dark, a cloud had moved over us. I slowly made my way to the door, expecting my mother to greet me but instead my sister opened the door, something was wrong, I knew instantly. When I walked in there sat my three year old little brother playing with his toys in the family room and my parents were sitting on the couch. I looked up at my mom, she had been crying. What is wrong I asked? He is sick my mom said, “Your baby brother is very sick”. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away, I had been sick before and I got better, so would he.
I went upstairs to my room and made a get well card for him. It was made out of blue construction paper and had black writing on it; I finished it off with a panda bear sticker. Inside I had written how much I loved him and to get better soon. I proudly presented it to my mother; she took one look at it and began to cry again. I climbed on her lap and she said, “He won’t get better, we have to take care of him the best that we can”. He has diabetes she explained but my naïve eight year old mind just did not know what diabetes was. I did not understand. Whenever I was sick I went to the doctor and he always made me better, but this time even the best doctor’s hands were tied. It was this very day I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up…I wanted to make my little brother better, I wanted to be a nurse.
Although; this was the first time that being a nurse crossed my mind, I was sure I was destined to become one. I have always felt a deep desire to help people whenever they needed it, and would stop at no end to help them. Through my experience as a Surgical Technologist and through various jobs, my decision was solidified. My first trials with medicine and dealing with the ill began when I was twelve years
By: Lourdes Ocasio
I walked off the school bus; it was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but inside my house it was dark, a cloud had moved over us. I slowly made my way to the door, expecting my mother to greet me but instead my sister opened the door, something was wrong, I knew instantly. When I walked in there sat my three year old little brother playing with his toys in the family room and my parents were sitting on the couch. I looked up at my mom, she had been crying. What is wrong I asked? He is sick my mom said, “Your baby brother is very sick”. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away, I had been sick before and I got better, so would he.
I went upstairs to my room and made a get well card for him. It was made out of blue construction paper and had black writing on it; I finished it off with a panda bear sticker. Inside I had written how much I loved him and to get better soon. I proudly presented it to my mother; she took one look at it and began to cry again. I climbed on her lap and she said, “He won’t get better, we have to take care of him the best that we can”. He has diabetes she explained but my naïve eight year old mind just did not know what diabetes was. I did not understand. Whenever I was sick I went to the doctor and he always made me better, but this time even the best doctor’s hands were tied. It was this very day I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up…I wanted to make my little brother better, I wanted to be a nurse.
Although; this was the first time that being a nurse crossed my mind, I was sure I was destined to become one. I have always felt a deep desire to help people whenever they needed it, and would stop at no end to help them. Through my experience as a Surgical Technologist and through various jobs, my decision was solidified. My first trials with medicine and dealing with the ill began when I was twelve years