Personal Narrative: Working At SHARP Hospital

The smell of rubbing alcohol makes me feel at home, as does the white floors that squeaked when I press my shoes hard enough. Although this place was filled with sickness and sadness, it was even more filled with happiness and positive energy. I loved this place. I loved the nurses, the doctors, and the patients more than anything. I would learn more about the lives of each individual every time I visited, and hear the amazing stories the families had to share. I loved how the patients, my patients looked back and remembered the life they had before they got cancer, and the life they look forward to after they've finished their fight. I met a man specifically that made me appreciate working at SHARP hospital even more. Richard, Richard was …show more content…
His funny comment broke the ice to a deeper conversation that I was more than thrilled to be apart of. He asked my why I wanted to be in the medical field, and why I wanted to help people. I answered without hesitation. I said I want to be the reason someone feels relieved from pain. I want to make people feel good and to help them turn that pain into determination, that I want to be the reason they get to appreciate more of what life has to offer because I helped heal them. I turned back to him how he was feeling, he answered quite calmly and sickly. He said internally he was feeling the worst he ever had, but in his heart and mind he felt so happy, and so grateful to live another day. This man, strong, determined, and filled with ambition reminded me of myself. We both have our struggles, his more severe than mine, but we both had the same dreams, and positive energy. We both wanted to make our lives be the best lives we could make. He taught me that I was one hundred percent responsible for my own happiness; that I could not allow others to bring me down. From that I have concluded that I will not allow myself to be defined by my own