Personal Narrative: My Passion For Nursing School

I remember like it was yesterday, I was sitting in the public bathroom at school in the Philippines crying, feeling homesick, feeling self-conscious, and feeling like I would never be smart enough to make it in nursing school let alone anywhere. I had hit my rock bottom, my self-esteem was at an all-time low. I moved to the Philippines to attend nursing school in 2007 after graduating high school in San Diego. I thought by moving away somewhere new I would be able to start over and work on myself, discover my passion, and become the strong confident person I always wanted to be. While I was sitting there crying something inside of me changed at that very moment. I knew it was not going to be easy but for the first time in a long time, I knew I was going to be ok. It is true that you must feel as if you hit rock bottom before things start looking up. I was

I remember going to Ospital Ng Sampaloc a rural health hospital and having my first assisted delivery. It was something I will never forget. Helping someone bring life into this world was an amazing experience. I gave newborns their first bath, I administered their first injections. I was so fortunate to witness and be involved in the care at hospitals there. Everything was so hands on from general surgery to Cesarean sections, to natural deliveries. I developed a sense of worth like I was able to make a difference in other people’s lives. I started to volunteer at the health centers on the weekends. I remember the people being so nice and trying to speak English and teach me Tagalog. In September of 2009, there was a horrible Typhoon Ondoy. People lost loved ones, their homes, their belongings, so many were left with nothing. It was heartbreaking to see all the destruction this storm caused. I volunteered at my schools relief program although I wish I could have done more, I never felt more strongly that I wanted to help others for a