A Nursing student.
Here is what he wrote:
The wound is red
The patient is blue
The professionals of SMYS
Are here, caring for you
Despite some of the professional jabs, hurt feelings, occasional
inappropriate comment or sentiment, Show Me Your Stethoscope is a
collection of seven hundred thousand people from all over the world
that spend their day providing love to their fellow man. It is for
this reason only that I love being a part of Show Me Your Stethoscope.
I love how this group was born and came together in solidarity when
Ms. Colorado was scorned in front of a national audience for sharing
her love of our profession. I love to hear the stories from seasoned
nurses. I love sharing in others joy and grief not because they are a
friend, but they are nurse or other health care worker who might just
need a little love in return. I love seeing all the specialties that
are represented: OR, LTC, Med/Surg, Peds, ICU, NICU, ER, Trauma, to
name a few. I love the magic that is worked in these departments. I
love the determination for patient advocacy and all the different
avenues we are exploring to solve longstanding and emergent issues. I
love seeing that not only are we superhuman, but we are also human.
It is this humanity, displayed everyday on the pages of SMYS that I
Becoming a nurse is a second career for me. After spending twenty one
years in the military as a special operator specializing in
intelligence collection, I knew when I had seen enough. I retired and
thought “what do I do in the next chapter of my life?” The strongest
bond a Soldier has is with a fellow Soldier. You can call it a love
affair. We have been to battle together, stared down death (sometimes
winning, sometimes losing, and sometimes coming to a draw), we have
laughed and cried, celebrated life events, “embraced the same suck.”
traveled the world, missed our families at the holidays, accomplished
what others could do but did not, trained in the same cold, wet, and
miserable conditions, and then we came home. My love for healthcare
stems from the love I have for my brothers and sisters in arms. This
love keeps me focused, determined, and dedicated to finishing school.
This love has guided me through the ups and downs of becoming a nurse.
This love for a segment of my fellow man, the veteran, drives me to
not fail them. There is no Purple Heart for a broken heart. “Greater
love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
friends.” This adventure into nursing is my repayment. This love
motivates me to one day be able to walk into that room in the Veterans
Administration hospital or clinic, and say, “hello, my name is Brian,
I am your nurse and I will take care of you!”
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