Ethnocentrism
Why I Want To Be A Nurse
People are always asking the question: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” As children we say with full confidence, “an astronaut” or “a movie star.” The first time I remember being asked that question I was sure that I wanted to be a nurse, though I was only five at the time. While growing up I was constantly in the hospital setting because of the sickness of both my mother and father. Whenever one of them was in the hospital the nurses were always so nice, talking to us, telling us what was going on, and this only motivated me more to want to become a nurse. As high school came to an end and becoming a “grown up” seemed closer each day, my long lost childhood dreams came back into focus, and I realized what I had to do, I had to go to school to become a nurse. No one in my family has gone to college to make anything of themselves, but I want to be different I am trying so hard to do my best to pursue and accomplish this dream of mine in hopes that I do have the opportunity that my family has not. I am becoming a nurse, not for all the people I will help or in spite of my family’s lack of education, I am going for my mother. From the day my mom died I promised myself that someday I would become a nurse so I could prevent even just one little girl from growing up without her mother. With the amazing characteristics of passion, responsibility, and being detail oriented I think that I can fulfill my promise to myself.
Passion by definition is a powerful emotion of love or hatred. In my case nursing has both been an area of love and hatred. Hatred, although is a strong word it could be said that I hated nursing, nurses, doctors and hospitals. In 1998 a doctor made a mistake of not getting clean surgery utensils and he gave my mother a disease called osteomyelitis (an infection of the bone or bone marrow). My mother lived with this disease, rotating from being home, being in a nursing home, and being in the...
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