In the violent maelstrom that life sometimes turns out to be, it gives me a lot of satisfaction and pride to help reconstruct someone’s life from smithereens; the joy of seeing a broken leg walk again, a punched eye recover vision or even a drug abuser throw away that needle. Out of this enthusiasm, I have requested to attend numerous therapy sessions in our local health center even if it meant occasionally posing as a client in a group session. It has been such a fulfilling experience to see victims of drug abuse stitch their lives together back to sobriety, victims of rape put back on their lost esteem and ordinary men and women disengage themselves from the clamp-downs of depression.
I have had this realization that the work of a nurse involves more than changing gauzes and wrapping bandages around fire victims. More importantly, through their work, nurses play a big role in managing the emotional being of patients, walking with them through their travails to help them put their lives back together. What a gem to find out for myself that I shared these ideals. I am an active member of the Red Cross Society with more than seven years of volunteered service and was part of St John’s Ambulance throughout high school.
I have come eye-ball to eye-ball with a medical condition that completely changed my view of life; my brother had this ailment that seemed mild but was advancing by the day without proper medical care. When we finally sought the services of a doctor, the diagnosis indicated that had we faltered by delaying any longer, the ten year old boy would be confined to the miseries of a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I reflected how immensely invaluable the doctor had been and wondered how helpful I would have been to my family if I possessed such knowledge. I have also had a fair share of being in the middle of medical emergencies. A fire once broke out in a Restaurant kitchen where I was working, I was torn between serving the next customer and administering First Aid to a co-worker (about what I chose, well, your guess is as good as mine). At an amusement park, I saw how the life a toddler almost stifled away through suffocation after he yanked a plastic bag over his face. This sole experience is the one instance that led me to making it a personal conviction to dedicate my life to serving and helping people in such situations.
I consider myself to have grown emotionally, not just the drive of pity borne out of caring for a sick sibling, but a strong desire to care for others like him. It has not escaped me that the nursing profession is not like any other in the mainstream; it is the realm of people with strong mental resilience and an inherent desire to help out. It is in such an environment that I would like to work in; I consider the returns and privileges as secondary to the duties of a medical officer. It is a worthwhile venture that I have never had second thoughts deciding on, more like how a pregnant woman decides on keeping her baby and taking care of the new born after delivery.