Well Hi, all, I'm Danny, and as most of you know; I'm a nurse. Or at least trying to become one. I wanted to share this story with you because recently I've been recieving the question of how I decided / became a nurse. So to answer that; grab a drink and some popcorn, because this will be a loooong story . It all started when I was 14. I had to drop a level lower education at highschool, because I couldn't get sufficient notes for specific subjects I needed to complete. That mainly happened because I got very sick and I just couldn't recover from that. Anyways, because I dropped one level, as a "punishment" I had to take a 10 week internship at ANY company / settlement of my choosing. Ultimately, I decided on an activity home for people with a physical and / or a mental disability. I grew to absolutely LOVE what I was doing, just from helping those people with eating and drinking, to playing musical chairs and just talking with them really opened my eyes. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to work in healthcare. Still the question remains; 'But Danny, how did you end up in a hospital, as a nurse?' Well, as soon as I knew I wanted to work in healthcare, I decided to compare my personality to the different aspects of healthcare. I've always had a caring and social personality and I've never been one to just lay down on the couch, being bored and having nothing to do. I knew I wanted to work hard in order to achieve complex goals, and the reward of people being happy with the things I've achieved, which would give me that satisfaction I need in life. So I went on to study nursery. Got a few internships out of my education, which were mandatory. My first one was in a nursing home for elders suffering from a very advanced stage of dementia. It mostly involved giving basic care (assisting in personal hygene, eating, drinking and toileting) and trying to keep the clients from vegetate (interact with them, doing exersizes to stimulate the muscles and the brain such as ball games and puzzles). I was also a contact between the clients and their families, answering questions regarding the client's health, current cognitive state and just overall condition. I really took a liking to this internship, because it required me to work hard. It was also the first time I experienced death outside my family circle. It helped me grow stronger as a person and as my role as "nurse". This internship lasted 8 weeks and in those weeks I got my first real taste of the 'care'-part in healthcare. I just motivated me even more to succeed and see more of the world of healthcare. My second internship was in a psychiatric home, where multiple young adults lived who were suffering from a psychiatric medical condition (such as low IQ, Borderline, ADD and such). They all had their own apartments and my job required visiting them at their apartments and provide structure to their lives. They all had jobs at social work places, and my job was more or less offering guidance and advice, over having to help with basic care. In fact, no-one required that sort of help. After they got back from their jobs I just greeted them at the communal living room and drank a cup of tea / coffee with them. Once again, this was a real eye opener for me; the fact that people who are suffering from a condition still could function in our community really fascinated me. Don't get me wrong, I've always put everybody equal to eachother (whether or not someone suffered from a certain condition or not), but I've never seen it play out in "real life". This internship lasted 10 weeks. I learnt a lot about myself, the fact that I could impact someone's life in such a positive way and that I was suitable to guide and to give advice. All the clients just became my friends; they were roughly the same age as I was at the time. It actually disgusts me how many people these days think people like the clients, who I've come to meet and appreciate, are useless and don't deserve a place in a community. But enough about that. After my second internship I started thinking about my future; where do I want to work and where would my personality fit in best? I've always strived to do something I love over something I'm good at. If I'm not feeling comfortable with it, I just backed out. So after that, I discovered a hospital where I live close to offered an in-service education where I would be studying and working simultaneously. I always knew I sucked at studying; I've always learnt by looking at how it's done and not by scanning through some books and looking at words and pictures. After my first day of working, I just absolutely LOVED it and I knew I belonged in a hospital as a nurse. Just the things you experience; the actions you take in order to save someone's life or at least assist in doing so... gave me a feeling of satisfaction beyond believe. The fact that families of patients came crying to me after saving their loved one's life... it's undescribable. I've come to work at many different departments of the hospital. I just love the diversity, just not knowing what's going to happen one second from the other and just generally BE THERE for people. As of right now, I'm taking additional classes per september to increase my knowledge about diseases, techniques and such so that I can help even MORE people. I haven't graduated from my main education, and with these additional classes it'll (hopefully) take me 2,5 years. But I've already been enjoying it for the past 3 years and I know I'll enjoy every single minute of it. Well, that's my story. If anyone has any questions, you can leave them here or send me a PM. I'm very willing to answer . Thank you all for your patience and for reading this all. ~ Your nurse, Danny .