YKYW - Nursing Student Blog

Today’s is my last day of work here. Oddly enough, I feel like I am graduating from high school again. I have the same nervous jitters, the same sense of awe concerning my future. With all these emotions swirling around, it seems like I should have something to say, something powerful and wondrous. But, I stare at the blank screen and all I can think of is “thank you.”

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
Thank you to SK for believing in me, and believing in us. Without your help, I wouldn’t be taking this leap of faith. Because I know your love is constant regardless of whether I have a 3.8 GPA, a 1.4 GPA or no GPA at all, I can go forward with confidence. I’m the kind of person who prefers to do something full force, or not at all. Half-hearted just doesn’t work well for me. But those gremlins! They nag me, and so I doubt myself. Even when I lose hope, you remind me of what is really important. Your strength of heart amazes me and I respect you more than you can ever know. You are the most selfless person I know, and motivate me to do the same. Thank you for teaching me to trust in the beauty of my dreams.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
Thank you to my sister for inspiring me. You didn’t even do it intentionally. The funny part is that you don’t even have to try. You have come so far from that one-bedroom house we lived in as children. And when I want to sit down like a stubborn mule and rail against the injustice in the world, your life reminds me that my past is not an excuse for giving up. Even as toddlers, your sons are generous, kind and loving. While a certain part of that may be their inherent nature, I believe it takes a good parent to nurture and develop their tender personalities. With people like you raising children, I can believe there is hope for the world. You’ve walked a difficult road. And instead of complaining about the landscape, you brought your own flowers and planted them along the way. Thank you for brightening my life and everyone else’s you touch.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
Thank you to my friends for being constant in your regard. Some of you have listened to my shameful secrets at 3am and still answer the phone when I call. Some of you hardly know me, and still leave words of encouragement when my spirits are low. Some of you have picked me up off the ground, and never asked for anything in return. All of these things are important and appreciated. Thank you for your constant friendship.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

When I stop to think about, how can I fail? With such fantastic people in my life, I can do anything. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.