To whom it may concern:
Nursing is not a job. Contrary to definition, though you are compensated for your “services”, every after Eight hour shift, it takes something from you and you leave something behind that neither worldly honor nor material gain can ever replace. Tending to the sick and dying is not a job. No suffix to a name can ever quantify the feeling of bearing the suffering of others nor the forced apathy of the sound of the last heartbeat and the sound of life itself exhumed in a final breath. Calling Nursing a mere profession is belittling the suffering and mortality of humanity itself. It is foremost a choice, and a choice not made lightly on the basis of compassion, empathy, or even greed and ambition, things that youth, ignorance, inexperience, and impatience that often lead to another death. You may not have pulled the trigger, but you might as well have been holding the gun. And so with that, I am going to make that choice, when I am ready and not any other time, otherwise.
