44 years ago, I walked into Finbarr's hospital in Cork city. It had been a big
decision and one that would be the key turning point in my life. I remember that
at the time I was thinking " What am I doing?' On queue, a nun asked me was I
sure I was in the right place. I remember laughing it off, while replying that I
was not sure but I'd let her know. I think that she probably was saying to
herself, that this one is definetly lost in more ways than one. I was 19,
dressed like someone coming from Woodstock, reeking of Petuli while carrying my
Rutsack, guitar and a few tin whistles. I was not looking the part of an
aspiring student nurse. I never confirmed the answer to the nun's question
verbally to her, but I did survive to make it a career. It was not the easiest
path that I could have chosen for sure. The hours and demands did get in the way
of my other interests. I found a way, or rather life found a way eventually, for
me to fit it all in and even find new interests and things to love. All in all
nursing has, and still continues,to serve me well. I hope that I in turn can
continue to give back to this wonderful career what it gave to me.
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