There are probably many motivations are there in nurses. Most of them, I think, begin in childhood. Mine did. When I was in Elementary years, I really like to see nurses. They looked so good with their white uniform. I said to myself, “someday, I’ll be a nurse like them”. As I can remember during our elementary graduation day, each of us chose what we want to be when we grow up. Of course, I chose to be a nurse. It felt so good to wear those white uniform with a nursing cap on my head, with stethoscope hanging on my neck and a nursing bag.
When I was in High School that dreams seemed to simmer down and I didn’t know why. I took a Nursing course since I don’t have other choices. I don’t like be a teacher or accountant and etc. When I began studying nursing, I really love it though it was so hard. It brought back my desire and compassion to serve people.
It is unbelievable and amazing to know that after 8 years, I became a nurse for real. The only time I knew that when I was a child I like cleaning wounds or do something about it, was when I became a registered nurse. It was my dad who told me so. Though I could not remember anything about it, I was so glad to know it. My calling is obvious. It was fate.