My interest in critical care began when I was 10 years old when my father was admitted to the intensive care unit at Highland Hospital after undergoing a triple coronary bypass surgery. At that time I did not know the extent of my father’s condition. My family and I did not know what was going on. At times, my family and I were afraid because we did not know if my father would survive. My father was vulnerable, but my family was vulnerable as well. However, there was always someone who would comfort and reassure my family. This someone was my father’s nurse. The way nurses took care of my father and my family left an imprint on me as a child. They would be in the room meticulously checking every monitor, lines, tubes, and drains. Not only