When my sister announced to my family that she was going to attend Bemidji State University to pursue a career in nursing, I immediately was fearful. I knew that she would become an amazing nurse one day, as she has always had a kind and caring heart for others, but I did not want her to move out and I did not know how I would go through high school without her thoughts and advice. That last summer that she was home was very difficult for me because I knew that as soon as summer would end, I would be five hours away from my best friend. My sister and I had always had a close relationship and some of the best memories I have, have been created with her. However, that summer it became very difficult for me to treasure the happy moments, rather I would just feel sad and remind myself that I could not have these moments anymore when she would leave. I tried my very best to stay positive and keep a supportive attitude for my two little sisters but in all reality, I was scared. …show more content…
Making it even worse her dorm was on the third floor, and my sister is not what you would call a “light packer.” We hauled all of her belongings up the three flights of narrow stairs into the dorm 352 B. Once the daunting task of unpacking was finally over, it was time to do something that I had dreaded for years on end: say goodbye. I usually do not like to cry in front of my father, however, that day I decided that if I did cry, that was okay. I ended up hugging her for ten minutes straight in the blazing heat, crying so hard that it was difficult to catch my
at the orphanage, I was able to help build a sidewalk and a garage for
I thought her stay would last a day or two but days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. It wasn't until we had a family session at a hospital that I found out that she was in the living at the hospital. The meeting was all in Karen so I didn’t understand much of what people were saying. That summer of 3rd grade, I only saw my sister for a month and I had no idea what happened to her.
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
I went from anger and hatred to pride and joy, which wasn’t easy to accomplish at first. I’ve always been a competitor when it comes to sports. Although this does not sound humble I am not used to being beat, especially in triple jump. I have placed 8th, 5th, and 2nd at state in the event and have broken the Seneca High School’s triple jump record in my career. The day I saw my sister as my main competitor my first thought was, “she is going to break my record I’ve worked so hard for.” For some reason I couldn’t get my mind past the fact she might actually beat me. To me, my school record I set was something I needed to defend for as long as I possibly could, and I couldn’t let my little sister be the person to break that record. Especially while I was still in high
Therefore, I decided to attend UC Davis, which was seven hours away from my home. When I arrived at UC Davis, I noticed her depression started to worsen. Making it hard for me, but yet simple. She is my mom. I could not help to think I was to blame. I thought to myself, "What am I doing here? My mom needs me." I, then realized that she held it together because I was physically there to support her. I was her rock, but I was also seven hours away. Still, I did everything I could to help her. Calling her everyday was a part of my daily routine, as well as taking the bus home at least twice a month. Balancing school and family took a huge toll on me my freshman year, but I grew so much from
I started my Nursing career in India and then I came to the United States and became an RN. I entered Nursing with the thinking that Nursing is a profession that will always allow me to have a job and all my patients will get better. However, from my experiences I understood that Nursing is more than just giving medications, and it requires clinical competence, cultural sensitivity, ethics, caring for others, and life-long learning about others and the evolving field of medicine. Florence Nightingale once said:
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
Describe your experience in healthcare. Please comment on the patient population you served and the nature of the healthcare setting you were in.
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
I worked as a greens keeper at a golfcourse named Baycel. I had many responsibilities there including making sure the course was in good shape and playable each day.
... needed to savor the moment with my brother before I turned around and he was gone. I opened the doors to see my brother standing there arms opened wide. His embrace and the love he showed me was one that could be felt among anyone standing there, kind of like a ripple after a pebble has been tossed in the water. How could I ever let go? “I’ll be okay, Kara, and I’ll see you sooner than you know it.” he reassured me as I started to pull away. As I walked to the elevator I turned around and saw him standing there lifting his hand to wave me goodbye. The moment was touching enough to make any person cry, and that was the last time I saw my brother for eight weeks. This impacted a lot of who I am today. I learned to not take things for granted, especially family. This has taught me to live in the moment and appreciate everything in life, no matter how big or how small.
My family and I all stood in a circle on the second story of a parking garage, dreading the moment that was to come, but hiding our true feelings for the time. It was time for us to leave my brother by himself at college, and let him begin his individual adult life. We had known about this day for weeks. I often joked with my brother about it, telling him how great it would be to finally get him out of the house so I could take his room. Sometimes, we would start to grow sad about his leaving, but then reassure ourselves that we would still see plenty of each other, if not too much. That superficial thought had remained in my mind all the way until that tearful moment when it was finally time to say goodbye.
The economy is getting better but it’s still rough. I know it’s still rough because everyone has two jobs. Let me give you an example, I ordered food from this place one time and it took an hour for the food to get delivered. An hour. That’s pretty standard somehow for internet delivery, and it was ok, because the food was delicious. But the second time, the second time that I ordered from them, the delivery took over two hours. Two hours. When you order food, you are already hungry, and I can handle an hour but two hours? Two hours? Let’s just say I was a little bit upset. So finally, after two hours, the guy gets to the door and he doesn’t hand me my food and leave, no, he holds onto to it. He’s standing in my doorway, looking past me, at
I began to wonder if Jack would lose Rose. I now prepared for the worst. According to the Facebook posts, my mom’s health was gradually worsening, just like my hopes of her waking up. I then found myself in charge of accepting gifts, which I like to call “pity gifts” from many of my mom’s friends. Although it was very thoughtful, every time I accepted a gift, I had to discuss my mom’s unconsciousness and unchanging health for an hour- which is not what I had in mind for the last two weeks of my sophomore year. The countless meals and flowers I accepted on behalf of my family constantly reminded me of my pity purse- they were a diversion from my inevitable
That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them. I was starving, it felt like my whole house was enveloped with the smell of peanut butter and chocolate. At least that was all I could pay attention to. After pouring my cereal into a bowl, I followed my usual morning ritual of sitting on the big, brown couch in the living room and watching all the shows on TLC having anything to do with babies. A couple of hours later my sister woke up, looking like she had just come from a wind tunnel. Her hair was all over the place and sadly, her makeup was not in any better condition. As usual, we fought.