Why I Want to Be a Nurse

I heard the familiar sound of the front door closing gently. My father was returning from work as a barber. Although he begins his day at 5:00 a.m. every morning, he usually returns at around 7:00 p.m. I never really questioned his schedule when I was a child, but as I entered high school I wondered how my dad could work so hard every day of the week and still enjoy what he does. The uncertainties of barbering are so great and so challenging. It never ceases to amaze me when my father wakes up every morning to start work, that he does so with gusto.…