When I was in Elementary School, we had to bring in a large paper bag filled with things that would describe our dream job. I got up in front of the class very confident with my nurse bag. My nurse bag was something I played with often at home, so I was very familiar with its content. I brought in bandages, a stethoscope, tissues, a thermometer, and a homemade name badge. I can remember telling my classmates how I was going to save lives someday. Ironically, my passion is no longer saving lives, it’s being there for someone when they die.
Suddenly when I was ten years old, my …show more content…
Obviously, every family I will come in contact with will not have the same Christian beliefs that I do; however, as a hospice nurse I will be asked the difficult question most people wonder: where will I go when I die, and is heaven real? I will be able to answer questions, and talk to people with a Christian touch. What a blessing it will be to give someone spiritual comfort in the mist of their last days. Realistically, I know I will not be able to have this conversation with everyone I come in contact with, nor will everyone be receptive. My faith however will keep me strong on the days I question my job. I can rely on my faith for my comfort after difficult days on the