I have never given much thought to my own personal philosophy of nursing or tried to put it into words but, thinking about it, it is simply something that I am. Being a nurse is a part of me and is the path that God chose for me to take. I entered college at the age of 17, mainly because it was expected of me and declared a major in Health and Physical Ed. Having always been involved in sports, it was something that I knew and did well. As a healthy child and adolescent, I wasn’t even familiar with what a nurse was and being one had never crossed my mind. About two years after entering college, I was chatting with a friend one day and she talked about her desire to be a nurse and made it sound like a wonderful thing to do. Something inside of me changed and without even knowing at that point what a nurse really was, I shocked my family and friends by announcing that I was going to try nursing. I dropped out of college and went to work as a nursing assistant to see if nursing was something I would like. From that point on, the course of my life was set into motion.
In those early years, I just wanted to “make a difference.” I was told by my nursing directors, and instructors that I would never make it as a nurse because I was too headstrong and independent. I knew I would prove them wrong and went on about my way. Nursing supervisors over the years changed the criticism from headstrong to “free spirited.” Within the profession, I found a way to combine those parts of me by working in a fast-paced Emergency Department alternating with the world of Mental Health.
Over the span of many years, my own philosophy of wanting to make a difference never changed but it did grow. I began to realize that Nursing really was a “calling.” A gift from God that you were born with, and not something you could just “become.” You can’t teach a person empathy, or compassion, or love. It has to come from within and all we can do is...