I suffered some serious health issues that kept me off work for a while and ultimately led to the loss of a job. Vivian had graduated high school and wanted to start college in Texas as well. Elizabeth and Joe made the ultimate sacrifice and opened their home to us until I could get back on my feet. Now we were on our way home and to meet our beautiful Emily Jane. We had skyped before, so we had seen her over the computer, but now in just a very short amount of time, we would finally be seeing and holding her at last!
TIM SCOTT - How Mentoring Changed My Life January 4, 2010 Growing up in a single-parent home left me a bit disillusioned about life. My parents divorced when I was around the age of 7. By the time I entered high school, I was completely off track. My mother was working hard, trying to help me to realize that there was a brighter future, but I really couldn’t see it. So by the time I entered the ninth grade, I was flunking out of high school.
My mother has been a nurse for many years; vividly observing her work made me realize that I wanted to pursue something similar. Although my mom played a great role in the realization of my dreams, my grandfather is the one who most significantly impacted my decision to choose nursing as my focus. By the time I was in high school, I was in California and my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. I was told that he was alone most of the time in the hospital, because the rest of the family was working and could not visit. I decided to miss a week of school and flew to New York to take care of him.
She was brave enough to drive herself back and forth even with the chances of getting sick and being very weak. She was off of work for almost nine months, and it hurt us financially. It was a struggle to keep food in our house, or even pay the bills. I told her for the longest time I would eventually get a tattoo for her, and I did. A couple months ago, I went and had two breast cancer ribbons with the words “Trust Your Struggles” between them.
We were hustled back to our room, where we waited another hour or so before the ER doctor came to examine me. After his examination, the doctor explained that according to the ultrasound, I was only five weeks along so that’s probably why there was no heart beat on the ultrasound and that I hadn’t miscarried yet. It was a threat of miscarriage. I was confused as I was supposed to be seven weeks, but I listened as the doctor explained that I should rest for few days and see my doctor in three or four
Ms.flowers, Ms.Jenkins, and Ms.david etc they always wanted me in trouble. My first year there a teacher pushed me by my neck and made me trip which opened up the middle of my forehead now I have a permeate scar. In their classes they I just stayed quiet. In school all I did was my work I was never on a team. I dislike anything with a group because I don’t like sharing answers or helping people with work the teacher just explained.
The door slowly turned, it felt like a year for it to open. We all quickly stood up but to hear “Amira you will be needing surgery or you will be paralyzed in about six months to a year. With the surgery there is a 100% chance of things going right, and your legs not hurting again, 50% chance of stopping the paralyzation but your legs hurting, and you needing more surgeries later on, and 30% chance it going wrong and you being paralyzed,” said Dr. Guillaume in a very scratchy voice. At that moment I felt as if the sky had fallen on me. My mom’s face and eyes turned redder than blood that once dripped from my wrist.
After working here for about a year one day one of my female coworkers came up to me and said, “You’re going to be a really awesome nurse.” I hadn’t thought much about going into nursing because I always thought of it as a feminine career path. I’ve looked into it extensively and there are so many options in the nursing field that it would literally take all day to explain them all. Here I am in school now. I finally know what I want to do with my life and I am motivated to reach my final goal. I’m going to be a nurse.
Michelle’s Memoir This is my life through school; I went to public school all the way through seventh grade I then left North Augusta middle because I didn’t like the people there, After a few days of looking for schools my mother found the perfect school for me Victory Baptist Private School! I went to Victory for a few years all the way leading to 9th grade and it was amazing but my friend talked me into coming to North Augusta High School. At first I loved it I met the love of my life there and enjoyed every day but after two years there I decided public school was not for me I just missed to many days and so the change of schools began again! I looked forever hoping to find another school like Victory; I would have even went back there.
Being a nurse was never my dream job, that was until January 2008. My maternal grandmother was rushed to the ER because she wasn't feeling well and was having trouble breathing. She was sixty-nine years old. Everyone insisted that since I was the oldest granddaughter I should go in with her. Thats the day I considered working in the health field.